Their kiss turned searing, hunger and excitement electrocuting the surrounding air, but the suddenly loud sirens broke them apart.
“We should go.” Valentin pulled his arm off her shoulders and extended his palm. She threaded their fingers together, and he led her into the shadows just as the first police car raced down the drive.
They walked in silence until they reached his hidden motorcycle. The street was teaming with a sudden army of cops and paramedics, and Amorette studied the flashing lights with a critical eye.
“Your magic? How does it work?” She pulled her hand from his as she strolled backward toward the bike. “It conceals yourears and tactical gear. Does it make only your weapons invisible, or can you disappear too?”
“It’s a glamour,” Valentin answered, crossing his arms across his broad chest as he watched her. “It isn’t invisibility, but rather I make people see what I want them to. My friend Nick is the reigning Santa Claus. The guy is a huge muscled brunette, but on Christmas Eve, his glamour shows him as the jolly man in red.”
“You know Santa?” Amorette gawked. “He’s real?”
“Very.”
“I…” She shook her head with an infectious smile. “I’m tucking that away for later because I want the full story.”
“I’ll tell you as much as I’m allowed to.”
“Deal.” Her grin turned wicked. “The arrow in my hand was glamoured before so no one noticed it. It’s how I cornered Cavitto. If your glamour works on your weapons in my control, can it work on me?” He nodded, eyes stalking her as she seductively leaned against his bike. “So, if the police or a nosy neighbor walk by, they won’t see me do this, right?” She grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. Valentin made a strangled noise at the sight, and she fingered the buttons of her jeans. “And they won’t see me do this either?” She peeled her pants and shoes off until she stood in nothing but her bra, her panties still safely tucked away in his pocket. “And they definitely won’t see me do this?” Her eyes burned electric as she reached behind her and undid her bra.
Valentin experienced a system-wide shut down as she pulled her bra off and leaned seductively against his bike. Her long legs angled out before her, parting slightly in a tease. Between her thighs was unspeakably beautiful, a masterpiece worthy of his worship, but he couldn’t stop staring at her breasts. Her pink nipples were hard in the cool air, seductive in their invitation. Heavens, he wanted them in his mouth as he claimed her, owned her, loved her. He wanted to thrust his cock between those gorgeous swells, spill his cum all over them and watch it drip down her skin. Her beauty was unmatched in this world, and he knew if he stepped one inch closer, he would fuck her until she didn’t even remember her own name.
Valentin clenched his hands into fists. If he did this, there was no going back. No leaving her, and the council would never allow that. He was Cupid and couldn’t get involved. He could not keep her, marry her, love her, and he swallowed as that damn thought flooded his mind again. She was gloriously naked, and while he was so hard he feared his pants might rip, his brain kept fixating on that invading idea. He didn’t want a one-night fling. He wanted her forever, wearing his ring, taking his name, fighting at his side. But she was human, and her life was a blink of an eye compared to his.
“Today started horribly, but it turned into the best Valentine’s date I ever had,” she said, as if sensing he needed encouragement to overcome his own thoughts. “But what is Valentine’s Day without Valentine’s night?” She leaned further back, her soft thighs highlighted like a painting in the moonlight. His breath caught as she opened for him, but he stopped breathing when she slipped her hand between her legs. Eyes holding his gaze, she stroked herself slowly, every movement of her fingers a show just for him. “Please, Cupid,” she begged. “I’m so wet. Are you going to make me do this myself?”
Valentin roared as she brushed her clit, her breasts heaving as she moaned in pleasure, and he was on her in a second. His hand knocked hers out of the way, claiming her bliss as his own. He worked her into a euphoric frenzy as her bare body leaned against his bike, and the sight of her naked skin pressed against the metal and chrome almost had him spilling in his pants.
“Oh my god, Valentin,” she moaned, grabbing his biceps as his fingers thrust inside her. She wasn’t lying. She was so fucking wet, he thought he would pass out from the intense sensations. “I’m going to come.”
“I told you god can’t help you.” Valentin ripped his hands from her and backed up, a devil of a smirk playing across his full and inviting lips.
“Please, no,” Amorette whimpered. “I can’t wait any longer, Cupid. I need to come.”
“Say it again.” He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked her arousal seductively off his fingers.
“I need to come.”
“No, my name.”
“Cupid.” She leaned back further onto the motorcycle. “I want you, Cupid.”
Valentin pulled off his tactical gear with efficient speed. He could tell by the hunger in Amorette’s expression that she reveled in his body’s power as he flexed and stripped. It took him seconds to free his remarkable physique from his clothes, and then he settled before her, letting her drink in the sight of him. He watched her carefully as her eyes admired his chest and abs, and he smirked wickedly as they widened when they fell on his hard length. His immortal body was powerful and strong, towering over humans, and his cock was equally as impressive. She licked her lips, his control utterly ruined as he saw her eagerness to take every inch of him. That was one reason he’d been edging her. He loved keeping her flushed and ready, but he also knew she needed to be aching for him in order to adjust to his size. And he intended to sink in to the hilt. She was going to take all of him, and he would make her scream as she enjoyed the largest cock she’d ever ridden.
“Tell me you want this.” He stroked himself while she watched, reveling in how her eyes widened at the sight. “Tell me you want me inside you, bare and raw. Swear to me that if I fuck you, mine will be the only cock you ever let thrust into your pussy, the only cum you ever let fill you.”
“Promise me if we do this, you belong to me.” Amorette challenged back. “I want you, Cupid. I want you to own me as I own you.”
Valentin lunged for her, gripping her throat not in a threat but in ownership, his hold soft yet dominant. “I have belonged to you from the moment I laid eyes on you, Amor. You have me, body, mind, and soul. You are the only one I’ll ever get hard for.” With that confession, he slammed his mouth to hers. Hand still controlling her throat, his other palm slid beneath her knee. He lifted it and twisted her until she straddled his bike backward, guiding her back until she lay against the handlebars, her legs spread and ready. He paused for a second, his eyes tracing her beauty as she waited, and then he straddled the bike and her body.
“Open your mouth, Amor.” He gripped his length and stepped closer until he stood over her chest, the tip of his cock rubbing her lips. “Make it good and wet for me so I can slide deep into that pretty pussy.”
Amorette gasped, her mouth opening greedily, and he plunged inside until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged at his size, and he tried to pull out to give her room to breathe, but her hands flew out and clutched his ass. Their gazes met, and it was all the consent he needed. She wanted to choke on him as he took his pleasure. To swallow him until he saw his outline in her throat. His fists gripped her hair as she held his ass, and he fucked her face like a man possessed. She welcomed each thrust with a moan, not caring that a tear escaped her eye at how deep he was, but her eyes never left his. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen; her swallowing him with enthusiasm while she held his gaze. And then her tongue moved, the pressure increasing, and he thought she would suck the soul from his body with her talent.
“You choke on me so well, Amor,” he growled. “Heavens, I want to come down your throat and make you swallow every drop, but I need to be inside you.” He yanked out of her mouth and leaned over her to capture her lips in a kiss.
“Cupid,” she murmured against him. “What is this? Why do I feel this way?” She kissed him harder, and he knew she had the same thought he did. That damn intrusive thought.
“Cupid.” Amorette could barely form coherent sentences. An unbearable ache pulsed through her heart, and her desire was a raging forest fire, threatening to ruin all in its path. “Please. I need you.”
