“Valentin,” she gasped, biting his lip. She ached everywhere for him, her body wild and out of control in desperate need of the relief only he could give her.
“I can’t do this.” He twisted her dark hair around his fist and yanked her head back until their gazes met. His eyes traced her lips, her throat, the swell of her breasts, and Amorette felt his gaze as clearly as if it was a physical touch.
“Why not?” she asked, arousal clouding her rational brain. All she could think about was how hard he was between her thighs, how desperately she wanted him to rip off her clothes in this upscale bathroom.
Valentin started to retreat.
“No.” She locked her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Why can’t you have me? Is it my consent? You have it.”
“I would never take you without that, my gorgeous girl.” He lowered his mouth to hers, stopping just shy of her lips. “But you are forbidden for me. I can’t have you. I’ll ruin you.”
“I don’t care.”
“You should. A Cupid cannot get involved with a mortal. It ruins their chances of finding love, and I’m afraid I’ve already destroyed any future you might have had. I’m not good for you.”
“I don’t care.” She closed the distance, taking his mouth rough as her tongue licked his lips, begging for access.
“You only say that because it’s Valentine’s Day, and I’m Cupid,” Valentin groaned as he struggled to resist her perfection. “My power’s enhanced on this holiday, and it’s clouding your emotions. I can’t have you. I won’t ruin you.”
“I’ve felt different ever since we met in my café.” Her hand slid to his throat and gripped tight, surprising him as she took control and forced him to face her. With slow sensual rolls of her hips, she ground against him, owning his throat in her grip. “Your magic might be supernatural, but this between us is everyday magic. The kind that threads a man and a woman together. Don’t tell me my emotions are clouded, because, for the first time, they aren’t. So, ruin me, Cupid. Ruin me for any other man.”
Amorette watched his control crumble, and Valentin stepped back, grabbing the waistband of her jeans. He yanked them down until her lower half was bare and then stood frozen, studying her thighs with an almost critical expression. For a breathless moment, she worried he didn’t like what he saw, but then he knelt like a man come to worship.
“I don’t deserve something this beautiful,” he said as he gripped the back of her knees and dragged her to the edge of the counter. She yelped at the sudden movement, but her voice dissolved into a moan as his tongue found her clit. He started slowly, tasting her, licking her, sucking her. He savored her as if she was decadent chocolate, and Amorette threaded her fingers through his ice-blond hair, staring in awe at how divine he looked as he devoured her like he was starving.
“Oh my god, Valentin,” she moaned. She’d never felt a man’s tongue do that. Or that… and definitely not that. “Oh my god, I’m going to come.”
“Stop calling out to God, Amor.” Valentin pulled back, her arousal dripping from his chin as he pushed two fingers inside her, and she arched off the counter at the exquisite pleasure. “Hecan’t help you. No one can, for you’re mine now, and I own what is mine. I protect and care for what’s mine. Say you belong to me. Tell me I own this pretty pussy, that it’s mine alone to fuck.”
“It’s yours,” she moaned.
“Say it again, Amor.”
“I’m yours. All of me. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Good girl.” He leaned down, timing each lick with the pumps of his fingers, and Amorette’s vision blurred at the edges. “Tell me how I’m the only one who will ever worship you like this, Amor,” he growled against her.
“Valentin.” She was barely coherent as her climax raced to the surface.
“Don’t you dare come.” He pulled his lips away as he added a third finger, stretching her deliciously. “You don’t get to until I say so, and I need to hear your promise first. I want your voice, Amor. I want it filthy while I bury my tongue inside you.”
“Harder, Cupid.” Amorette fisted his hair, shoving his face back to where they both wanted it. “This pussy is yours. Please, fill me to overflowing… fuck, right there... Stretch me until I’m ready to take your cock, because if I’m yours, then you are mine and only mine. Oh… don’t stop.”
She was practically screaming as she rode his face. If his fingers were any indication of how he fucked, she would be ruined. She couldn’t take the bliss. It was all-consuming. Violent in its hunger, and her body raced for the finish line with an urgency she’d never experienced.
Without warning, the bathroom door rattled, and they both froze as someone pounded on it.
“Ignore it—” Valentin started.
“If you don’t unlock this door, I am calling the police,” a male voice boomed, and both Amorette and Valentin stifled a laugh. If only they knew law enforcement was already racing forthis restaurant. “We received complaints about this bathroom. Please open this door before we have to involve the authorities.”
Valentin stood and helped Amorette into her pants with a wink as he tucked her panties into his pocket. “Guess I’m going to keep you on edge a little while longer,” he murmured against her mouth, and Amorette desperately tried to ignore both the orgasm hovering just below her surface and the knowledge that he’d called her Amor while he knelt between her thighs. Yes, it was part of her name, but the way he said it felt different. It felt like love. Love she’d never experienced before.
Valentin threaded his fingers through hers and dragged her to the door, unlocking it and shoving out so fast the restaurant employee stumbled back in surprise. “Excuse us,” he said with a wink as he pulled her close, aiming for the street.
“You’re awful,” Amorette laughed, releasing his hand to wrap an arm around his waist. She hugged him tight as they moved for his bike, and Valentin instinctively draped his arm over her shoulder. The movement was natural, so terribly normal, as if they’d walked like this a thousand times, and that odd emotion struck her again. He was wrong. This wasn’t some side effect of his power or the holiday. This was fate. He was her future, and she suddenly worried about what would happen after they found Cavitto. Amorette didn’t want him to leave her. She couldn't shake the sensation, but her conviction grew with each passing second. They were destined to find each other. They were supposed to fight together as a team. There was no other explanation for why she’d fallen in love with this man before she ever learned his name.
Is that what you meant by ‘fuck the rules’ when you kissed me earlier?” Amorette asked. Night had fallen as they sped toward Cavitto’s location, and he could tell by her tone and the way she clutched him that she was trying to take her mind off the danger they raced toward.
