Chapter 13 Devour
Valentina’s POV
He rolls me beneath him, claiming my mouth with a punishing kiss. His hunger is savage, relentless- his tongue charts a path down my throat, stopping to nip at my breasts through the thin cotton of my tee. Teeth close around my right nipple, pressure and heat shooting through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, back arching, a moan torn from my lips.
Clothes vanish in a rough, breathless dance-shirts pulled away, my bra wrenched off, elastic snapping. He palms my breasts, squeezing, kneading, then drags his tongue over my bare skin, circling my nipples, flicking and sucking until I writhe beneath him. He takes one into his mouth, drawing hard, sending sparks straight to my core.
“Fuck, Killian,” I gasp, hips rocking against him, desperate for more. He bites again, just enough pain to sharpen the pleasure, making me gasp and shiver. His mouth drifts lower, worshipping my stomach, tongue dipping into my belly button. My breath hitches, body trembling.
He peels away my leggings, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the dark stain spreading across my panties. A wicked grin curls his lips.
“These are done for, Angel. Get up here-I want your pussy on my face.”
He tears the ruined panties away, lifts me effortlessly, then sprawls back on the bed, beckoning. I straddle his mouth, the heat of his breath making me ache. He inhales deeply, voice thick with hunger.
“Goddamn, you smell like heaven. Come on, sweetheart. I want all of you.”
I lower myself until I’m smothering him, thighs trembling. The sounds he makes-deep, desperate- almost undo me. His tongue is everywhere, stiff and insistent, teasing, plunging, fucking me until I grind down, riding his face like I ride his cock.
“Let it go, baby,” he groans, voice muffled, tongue flicking my clit in rapid, ruthless strokes. “Use me. I want you to lose yourself.”
I can’t hold back. My hips circle, thighs quivering as he pulls me down, arms iron around my legs, tongue plunging deep inside. I break apart, coming hard, my scream filling the room-he drinks every drop, greedy, relentless, until I collapse forward, spent and shaking.
He rolls me beneath him, eyes dark and wild, licking my taste from his lips and chin as though he never wants to forget. I find his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue, and moan into him.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever had,” he growls, lips brushing my ear. “You’re my addiction, Angel.”
He breaks away, shoves off his jeans, then heads to the dresser, returning with a slim silver vibrator and a bottle of lube.
“Hands and knees, Valentina.”
I obey, heart thundering. He drops the toys on the bed, palms my ass, and delivers a sharp smack. I yelp, pleasure flaring.
“That’s for leaving your phone behind,” he says, landing another slap, harder. I moan, the sting delicious. “And for sneaking out without a word. You don’t vanish on me.”
His big hands soothe my burning skin, then, suddenly, he thrusts into me, burying himself deep. We both groan at the intensity. He finds the lube, drizzling it between my cheeks, circling my tight rim with slick fingers, then reaches for the vibrator. He switches it on, and while he pumps slowly in and out, eases the tip against my ass, pushing it in inch by inch. I moan louder, pushing back, greedy for more. When it’s fully seated, he spanks me again-hard, twice-and I fall apart, squirting with a cry as he
drives into me.
“Threaten me or my brothers again, baby, and next time I’ll tie you up and make you watch me eat you out in front of everyone. I’ll edge you until you’re begging and sobbing. You’re mine, Valentina. I get to punish you as I see fit.” His words make my pussy clamp down, desperate for more.
“You like that idea, don’t you?” he laughs, pulling out and flipping me onto my back, leaving the vibrator humming inside. He slides back in, lifting my legs around his waist. My eyes flutter closed, but his
voice snaps me open.
“Eyes on me, Angel. I want to see you.” I stare up at him, lost, as he pulls out to the tip and slams back in, again and again, my body slick and open, the sounds obscene.
“Valentina, I can’t hold back. Come with me, baby.” His thrusts grow wild. He reaches under us, working the vibrator in time with his cock. I shatter, screaming his name, and he follows, roaring, spilling inside me until I’m overflowing.
“Fuck!” he cries, finally collapsing beside me. He pulls the vibrator free, turns it off, then gathers me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my hair. Our breathing slows, the world shrinking to this tangled
moment.
“I love you, Valentina,” he murmurs.
I smile, content and raw. “I love you, too, Killian.”
Killian’s POV
My eyes snap open to the warmth of her body pressed against mine, her perfect ass cradled against my cock, which stirs in response before I can even think. She needs rest-she’s still healing, her body tender. I force myself out of bed and slip quietly into the bathroom, turning on the shower, hot water hissing.
I return to the bedroom, and she’s a vision in the golden spill of sunset through the window, tangled in sheets, her bare skin glowing. I take a moment just to watch her-how is it possible to want someone this much?
“Angel,” I murmur, brushing her hair from her cheek, “I hate to wake you, but you need food. You skipped breakfast-haven’t had a bite since last night.”
She groans softly, a sound that sends blood surging straight to my cock. I reach down, try to adjust myself, but the touch only makes me harder. Fuck, I’m hopeless.
She cracks one eye open, lips curving. “Want a hand with that?”
I grin, shaking my head. “You’re trouble. First, we get you clean.”
Lifting her into my arms, I carry her to the bathroom, her head tucked under my chin, her trust undoing me. In the shower, I guide her under the spray, letting warm water cascade over her. My hands move
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over her, gentle but thorough, ignoring every urge to take her right here. I wash her hair, fingers massaging her scalp, and when I’m done, I turn her to lean against the tile and scrub myself down
fast.
She watches me, her smile turning sly as she spots my ink. Her fingers trace the tattoo over my ribs. “Is that my nickname?”
I turn so she can see better. “Got your real name, too.” I sway my hips, cock slapping my thigh, and she bursts out laughing, eyes bright with mischief.
“I fucking love it,” she says, grinning.
I hold up my hand, showing her the new ink on my finger. Her breath catches, tears welling, her smile radiant. “That one… that’s my favorite. I want one, too.”
“You want matching ink?” I ask.
She nods. “Yeah.”
I brush her wet hair from her face, my heart full. “Slate’s got his kit here. After lunch, it’s a date.”
“Deal,” she says, glowing.
I turn off the water, wrap her in a towel, dry her gently, then do the same for myself. I take her hand and lead her back into the bedroom, sitting her at the edge of the bed. My heart pounds as I go to the closet and retrieve the cut I’ve been saving.
I kneel and hold it out to her. “This is what The Steel Furies give their Old Ladies. It marks you as mine, protected by the club. No one touches you when you wear this. Valentina-will you be my Old Lady? I swear to you, I’ll be faithful, give you every fantasy, keep you safe. I love you. Always.”
She’s crying again, silent tears streaking her cheeks. She takes the vest. The front patch reads, “My Vandal Angel,” and beneath that, “Valentina.” I turn it to show her the back-the Steel Furies colors, and in bold, “Property of Killian.”
She stands, and I slip it over her shoulders. Seeing her naked except for my cut nearly undoes me.
“Jesus, Angel,” I growl. “You in nothing but my patch-fuck, I could live on this sight.”
She laughs, shrill and sweet, as I tackle her back onto the bed. Her laughter and moans echo in my ears, the sweetest music I know.
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