Stealing Valentine

“Not even fucking close, princess.”

My mouth crushes to hers, drowning in her moans as my finger curls deep into her slick, eager, wet pussy.

Chapter 5

Valentine

I cry out into his mouth, the heat of it all exploding through me. His lips sear to mine, tongue seeking mine as his finger… oh God.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt. Certainly not something I’ve let any other guy do, and nothing at all like how it feels when I’ve done it myself. His finger is thick, and demanding, pushing deep into my eager, slick pussy and curling up against the front wall. I moan, melting under his touch as he strokes the finger in and out, rubbing some sort of magical spot inside that turns me to jelly.

I moan deeply, opening my lips for him, letting my tongue swirl with his as his deep, masculine groans rumble through me, shaking me to my core. He smells like man, and it lights a fire across my skin—like his pheromones are tailor made to make me come apart and melt for him. His other hand comes up to cup my jaw possessively, making me shiver and kiss him harder as he growls into my mouth and claims it as his own.

And that’s exactly how it feels—like he’s claiming me. Like he’s making me his.

…And I want him to, with everything I have.

The second he stormed into that office, I knew I was lost. The second I lost myself in those piercing blue eyes or tumbled over those gorgeous lips and powerful jaw. The way my insides turned to jelly when he opened his mouth and let that deep, velvety baritone voice washed over me. That body made out of stone and iron. That flash of danger on his face. The power behind his fierce stare.

All of it only had one outcome, and I know that now, because here we are. And as crazy as it is, and as insane as it feels to have let this man that I don’t even know literally steal me away from that house wearing a quarter billion in diamonds to bring me here, I can’t imagine anything else. I don’t want to imagine anything else, because what I’m feeling here with him—with those lips on mine and his and working magic between my thighs—is unlike any feeling I’ve ever dreamed of.

He growls into the kiss, tasting my lips as I moan for him, Slowly, he pulls away, his lips trailing down my jawline to my neck, making me cry out as his teeth rake the sensitive skin there.

“You like that, don’t you, princess,” he growls lowly, nipping at my neck again and letting his lips suck at the skin. I shiver, whimpering as I nod.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You’ve never had a man make you this wet before, have you.”

I shake my head, moaning as his lips trail further down my neck.

“I—oh God…”

“So nice and wet for me. So fucking eager for more, isn’t it? This pretty little pussy is begging for my tongue, isn’t it?”

I cry out, moaning as he strokes his fingers in and out, my slickness dripping down his hand and my thighs.

“Let me taste you, princess. Let me taste this tight little cunt until you beg me to stop.”

My pulse races, my skin igniting in fire as he starts to kiss his way lower. His mouth trails over the swell of my breasts, kissing down over my soft skin until his lips brush over a nipple. I cry out, back arching on impulse as he sucks the aching, hard little pink bud between his lips, swirling it with his tongue. His hand slides down my body, teasing my other nipple, moving lower to grab my hip as he teases me with his tongue.

He moves lower, and my whole body trembles as his lips trail down over my tummy, making me gasp sharply. My pulse beats faster and faster, my skin tingling and the aching heat between my thighs, stoked by his fingers, grows into a wildfire.

His fingers tug my panties down, slipping them down my legs, plucking the earrings from them and seeing the two brilliant stones on the couch next to me, and tossing the panties aside. His lips brush over my hip, teasing lower down the groove between my thigh and my pussy, and my breath catches.

This is new. This is nothing I’ve ever felt.

And fuck am I ready for it.

When I feel it, it’s like heaven. It’s like wet, silken heaven teasing over my most sensitive place. His tongue makes me cry out as it drags over my pussy, parting my lips and delving deep. He curls it up and down, tasting me, teasing me, making me gasp in pleasure I’ve never known before. His powerful hands hold my thighs tight, pushing them apart as I sink back into the couch. My eyes are wide, my mouth slack as I just stare at the gorgeous, dangerous man kneeling between my legs with his tongue dragging over my pussy.