Valen (Guardians of Hades Romance Series Book 2) Page 17
She squeezed them and tossed her t-shirt onto the wooden floor. Her boots followed it, and then she shimmied out of her jeans and straightened.
Valen stared at her, lips parted and eyes dark, hungry as they roamed over her exposed curves.
She paid him back in kind, her eyes drifting over him, and wriggled her legs again when she spotted the hard outline of his cock in his combat trousers. Another hit of pure pleasure rolled through her in response to the sight of it tenting the black material and the memory of how good it had felt inside her, filling her up and stretching her. Completing her. Her clitoris throbbed and she moaned.
His gaze snapped up to meet hers.
She was too enthralled with his hard-on to look at him.
He moved, whipping off his t-shirt and dropping it on the floor. His fingers made quick work of his fly and he shoved his trousers down, his cock springing up as he freed it, tearing another moan from her. She glided towards him as he stepped out of his trousers, eyes fixed on his hard length, the need to touch it too fierce to deny.
He tensed as she made contact, trembled as she eased her hand down to expose the blunt head, and moaned as she kept going and fondled his balls. His hips jerked towards her, a sign of his hunger that thrilled her.
Eva wrapped her hand around his cock and led him towards the bed. She stepped up onto the cream covers and kneeled on the bed. The front of his legs hit the side of the mattress and he lifted one knee onto the bed. Eva stopped him by bending over and wrapping her lips around the soft head of his length. He groaned and his hand came down on her shoulder, shaking against her as she took him into her mouth.
She pressed one hand against his thigh, spreading his legs further, and then lowered it to his sac. He trembled as she tugged on it and rolled it in her palm, stroked the spot behind his balls and teased him.
“Eva,” he breathed and his left hand found her hair, twirled the dark lengths around his fingers and gripped her hard. He grunted as she sucked him, pressing her tongue into the underside of his long cock, and swirling it around the sensitive tip. “Gods.”
His balls drew up.
He pushed her back, panting hard, and shook his head when she brought her lips back to him. She smiled and mercilessly licked the head, teasing the crevice with the tip, and he shuddered and moaned, tipped his head back and caused every inch of his body to tense so deliciously that she instantly squeezed her thighs together and rubbed them, swaying her hips to give herself a little hit of pleasure of her own.
She licked up the length of him and flicked her tongue over the head, and he tensed further, delighting her hungry eyes.
The muscles in his jaw popped.
His cock throbbed in her hand.
Any more and he would be climaxing, and what sort of seduction would that be?
She wanted him inside her when he found release.
She wanted to feel it again.
Eva shuffled backwards on the bed, luring him by his hard shaft onto it. When both of his knees were on the bed, she led him to the padded cream headboard, made him turn around and pushed him onto his back.
She sat back and gave herself a moment to admire him as he lay before her, each hard breath straining his muscles, making her quiver with a need to lick and touch him.
Heaven, he was perfect.
His hands shot up to clutch the headboard as she leaned over him and licked his cock from root to tip, and she moaned at the sight of him. She hadn’t thought it possible for his muscles to become any more tense than they had been, but he had managed it. His lean, powerful body called to hers, filled her with an urge to have him inside her. She moaned, humming against the head of his cock as she teased it with her tongue, and he shuddered.
That trembling worsened when she shifted to face him, and slung her right leg over his hips. She rubbed him between her thighs, needing a little hit of pleasure before she really kicked her seduction into gear. His hands came down on her thighs, grasped her hips and guided her as he strained, his face twisting in pleasure.
Eva raised her hips and denied him again.
He made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl, but he didn’t try to stop her when she crawled up the length of him.
Her gaze zeroed in on his mouth.
She leaned over him, her breasts swaying above his chest, still caged by her black bra, and the need to kiss him gave way to a more powerful one that filled her.
One she surrendered to willingly.
She lifted her right hand and stroked her fingers through the wild, long lengths of his golden hair, brushing it back from his face so she could see all of him. Pools of liquid gold watched her closely, a touch of vulnerability in them that made her want to reassure him that she wasn’t going to hurt him. She just wanted to drink her fill of him.
Eva lightly caressed the gentle sweep of his forehead, followed the arch of his left eyebrow and then traced the straight line of his nose. He nipped at her fingertip when she swept it across his lips, teasing them with a touch she knew would make them tingle.
He was handsome, whether he knew it or not. Just the right amount of danger about his looks, in the twist of his lips and the flash of his eyes.
She lowered her mouth and replaced her finger with her lips before she did something foolish like trying to touch his scar again.
He arched upwards to meet her, managed to somehow seize control of the kiss even though she was the one on top. She tugged on his lower lip with her teeth and released it, looked down at him again and resisted the urge to kiss along his jaw because she would choose the left side, the scarred side.
Instead, she flashed him a wicked smile and stroked her fingertip across his lip.
“Why do you have a tongue stud?” She stared at his mouth.
His lips curved into a smile. “Not for the reason you’re thinking.”
“You know that’s what they’re for though, right?”
He shrugged. “It’s for me. Not for you.”
“You sure?” She pushed on his shoulders, forcing him down as she rose up onto her knees above him, bringing the apex of her thighs close to his face. “Because it’s about to be for me.”
He groaned, fire flashing in his eyes as he lowered them to her knickers. He smoothed his palms up her thighs and the fire in his eyes shifted to something else, something that had her slowing down and watching him.
Fascination.
She kept still as his strong fingers traced the tail of the dragon that curled around her left leg, his eyes tracking them, the fascination in them building as he reached her thigh and then her hip, the point where the ink disappeared around her back. His eyes shifted slowly across her stomach, as if he could see the design that danced across her back, and settled on her right side where the dragon emerged, its talons digging into her hip. He lifted his left hand and followed the design again, sending a hot shiver tripping across her skin and making it tingle.
His golden eyes leaped ahead of his fingers and settled on the head of the black and violet beast on her stomach, and she wanted to look down it but couldn’t take her eyes off him.
He stole her breath.
A few people had seen her tattoo, men included, but none of them had ever looked at it the way he was, had ever made her feel the design was sensual in some way, seductive and alluring.
Or that she was those things.
He fingered the sapphire-coloured gem nestled in her navel, sending another achy shiver through her as his skin brushed hers.
“You have a piercing too.” He glanced up at her, the brief meeting of their eyes making the shiver that wracked her grow fiercer, so powerful it stole her breath just as he did. “It was a diamond before.”
He trailed his hands across her stomach, stealing her voice as desire rolled through her in response, and lowered them to her hips. Anticipation built inside her, stoking the need and making her tremble, as his gaze dropped to his hands and he skimmed his fingers along the waist of her underwear.
A desire to hear him making sounds like that while he was inside her.
She loved the sound of his pleasure.
He slid his arms between her thighs, wrapped his hands over them and pulled her down against his face.
Her hands hit the top of the headboard and she gripped it hard, barked out a moan as his tongue stroked her and the hard bead of his stud teased her. Oh fuck. She hadn’t been prepared for it to feel this good.
She held on to the headboard, hands and arms shaking as he went to war, laving and teasing her with his tongue, swirling it around her sensitive bud and driving her out of her mind. For each moan she loosed, he answered her with a deep groan, as if the sound of her pleasure thrilled him as much as the sound of his thrilled her. She tried to keep still but it was impossible as he slowed his pace, long strokes of his tongue that started at her core and ended with a flick or a swirl over her bud.
Her thighs trembled against his hands and his shoulders, and she cried out as he dipped his tongue into her core, probed her with the tip and sent her soaring.
His hands shifted, claimed her backside and dragged her against his face, and she couldn’t hold back as he probed her again, fucking her with his tongue.
“Valen,” she moaned and he stilled.
Damn him.
She rocked against his face and gritted her teeth when he still refused to move.
A shriek left her as he moved so fast the room was nothing more than a blur and she gasped as she found herself sitting in his lap and him facing her, something akin to astonishment in his eyes. It was gone a second later as his mouth claimed hers, fierce now, a demanding press that she surrendered to.
She dug her nails into his bare shoulders and kissed him back, letting him know that she didn’t mind that he had changed their tempo and pretending she hadn’t seen just how shocked he had been to hear her whispering his name in pleasure, with warmth and desire, and need.
What sort of hard life had he led to end up thinking that no one could love him?
The sort of life she wanted to end right here.
Right now.
She kneeled and he kissed across her breasts, pulled them free of the lacy cups and lavished them with his tongue, swirling it around her tight nipples before sucking them into his mouth and sending sparks skittering across her chest and down her stomach. It pooled between her thighs and she held on to him with one hand in the shorter, roughly chopped hair at the back of his head, keeping him where she needed him.
With her other hand, she reached behind her and grasped his cock. He groaned and sucked her nipples harder as she stroked him, and then stilled as she guided him to her entrance and the blunt tip pressed inside. His breath was hot and fast across her chest as she eased down, savouring every hard inch of him as he filled her.
His hands slipped to her backside again and he held her as she wriggled, making sure every inch of him was inside her, or as much of him as she could take anyway.
Hell, he was hot inside her, so hard and big.
She grasped his hair, tugged his head back and seized his mouth.
He was quick to respond, taking command of the kiss as he moved her, helped her slide up and down his rigid cock. She couldn’t do this slow. Her need for him had built too high already, almost at the precipice, and the rough way he grunted into her mouth and thrust her down onto his hard shaft each time she rose off it said he felt the same way.
They both needed the same consuming madness they had experienced in their first time together.
Eva moaned as he drove into her, struggled to keep kissing him as pleasure built inside her, bliss that said it would blow her away again when it came over her. She rocked against him, pressed her free hand against his thigh behind her and rode him hard, fast, delirious with a need to find release. He groaned and gripped her harder, clutching her backside and driving deep into her as his mouth dropped to her chest.
She leaned backwards, groaned and shook as the position placed him deeper inside her, the angle making each long thrust of his cock hit the sweet spot. His mouth claimed her left nipple and sparks shot outwards from it. They skittered over her skin and she frowned as she swore they rushed from the spots where he held her backside too, tiny arcs of lightning that added to her pleasure, lit it up and set her on fire.
“Valen,” she breathed and he growled and thrust harder.
It wasn’t enough.
A gasp left her as her shoulders hit the bed, her hands falling away from him, and he drove hard into her, stroking her with every inch of his length as he leaned over her, holding her backside above his thighs where he still kneeled on the bed. The angle put him deeper still, so deep that it took only two delicious plunges of his cock to send her shooting beyond the precipice and right over the edge.
She gripped the covers and couldn’t stop her hips from rolling as hot pleasure swept through her, her body shaking so fiercely she feared she might fall apart.
“Eva,” Valen husked and sucked on her nipple, groaned against it as he thrust hard and deep, riding her climax and stretching it out.
She sagged into him and the bed, breathless and boneless, and he grunted and tensed, jerked hard into her and shook as he followed her, length pulsing and throbbing wildly inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her.
She squeezed him, moaned and shuddered as the feel of him throbbing propelled her over the edge again with him.
He collapsed against her, his head falling to rest between her breasts, hands still holding her hips, keeping her in place on him.
Eva sighed out her breath.
Damn.
She wasn’t sure she could move.
The sound of her phone ringing shattered the silence.
Valen lifted his head from her chest, the haze in his eyes dissipating as the phone continued with its melody.
“Answer it.” He sounded groggy, as bone-deep satisfied as she felt, and damn that made her feel good.
She didn’t want to, because she knew what he did. It would be her client calling her to congratulate her on a job well done, which meant they had been watching.
Were watching.
She wasn’t sure whether she should be acting cool now, or still be playing the role of seducer, ensuring Valen was under her spell.
He rolled off her, flopped onto his back and heaved a long sigh.
She convinced herself to move, getting onto her front and crawling across the bed.
Valen smacked her bare backside.
She frowned over her shoulder at him.
His smile was unrepentant.
She leaned over the side of the bed, fished her jeans from the floor and found her phone, swiping her thumb across the screen to answer the call as she lifted it to her ear.
“We need to meet to discuss your next step.”
The phone went dead.
She huffed, sagged into the bed on her front and let the phone drop to the floor.
The soft press of Valen’s lips against her bottom pushed the fear that had been trying to creep into her heart back out of it again, drawing all of her focus back to him. He kissed his way up her back, lavishing her tattoo with attention, and over her shoulder, and lay beside her, his back to the window now.
Something she was grateful for.
She didn’t like the idea of whoever was watching them getting to see him now that her seduction for their benefit was over.
Especially if it was Jin.
The thought of that bitch seeing Valen naked riled her beyond words.
“Benares?” Valen murmured and idly ran his fingers over her shoulder, his hazy golden eyes following them.
She nodded.
“How did he sound?”
Eva mulled it over. “Pleased, but urgent. He wants me to come to him.”
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Valen stiffened, his fingers pausing against her shoulder.
His handsome face darkened.
“No.”
While she appreciated his concern, she didn’t appreciate his tone. “I have to go. If I don’t, he will get suspicious.”
“He might decide now would be a good time to kill you.” The haze drifted from his eyes again, replaced with calm cold. “I said I wouldn’t let that happen.”
And he had meant it, which touched her.
“I have a theory, a good one, and meeting him might help me turn it from a theory into fact. I can get more information from him.” She rolled onto her side to face him. “He wants to discuss the next move.”
“Which might be killing you.” His eyes hardened and she half expected him to flat out refuse to let her go.
She was beginning to wish she hadn’t told him that Benares planned to kill her now.
“I have to do it.” She laid her hand on his cheek and surprise flitted through her when he didn’t knock her hand away since she had chosen his left one. The skin was rough beneath her fingers, but it was warm. It was him. She smoothed her palm up when he started to look uncomfortable and brushed her fingers through the tangled lengths of his blond hair. “I want to get all the information I can for you.”
A question echoed in his eyes, one that pulled a sigh from her.
Yes, she wanted to do it for him.
Someone had done a real number on him, worse than the one her family had done on her.
“I’ll go, get all I can from Benares and Jin, and then I’ll meet you.”
He shook his head. “I’ll come with you.”
Eva twirled a strand of his hair around her finger and wanted to give in and accept that offer, but she couldn’t. “What if they’re still watching? They’ve been following both of us. If they see you following me to the villa…”
His sigh said it all. Benares would definitely kill her.
He caught her hand, and drew it away from his hair, and his eyes were sincere when they met hers. “Just… be careful then. Be quick. In and out. Don’t linger. Get the information and get back to me. I’ll be waiting at Heavenly Body, keeping my tail occupied. Meet me at eight p.m. sharp. Don’t be late.”