“You have me.” Valentin gripped her thighs and spread her wide, leaning forward to capture her mouth. Her arms and legs wound around him, the bike pressing into her back, and as the tip of his swollen length nudged her entrance, she hoped he rode her with the same control and power as he did his motorcycle.
“Oh god.” She jerked as he pushed inside slowly. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re going to take every inch like the good girl I know you are.” He bit her lip as he drove further. “You are so wet, so tight, Amor. You feel like you were made for me.”
“I…” Her body shook as he sank into her, his hips rolling seductively as she adjusted. “I was made for you. I belong to you.” She felt out of control with need. “I’m going to come.”
“Good girl.” He thrust hard, filling her to the hilt, and her head flew backward, forcing her nipples against his solid chest. “Now that I’m inside you, come as much as you want.”
His pelvis brushed her clit, and Amorette screamed as the orgasm consumed her. She’d been on edge for hours, and his swollen cock splitting her in half was too much to bear. Every inch of her was sensitive, her skin like electric wires, and the pleasure rolled endlessly through her. Wave after wave shockedher body, and she knew she was already addicted to this man. She would never get enough of him.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Valentin pressed his muscular frame against her, pushing her into his bike until it looked like he was speeding down the highway.
“Again,” she gasped, holding him so tight it was impossible to see where she ended and he began. “Please, Cupid.”
“Anything for you, Amor,” he growled, his thrusts harder now that she was fully adjusted to his thickness. Her back arched as he hit where she needed him with a talent no man should possess. Valentin’s attention caught on her peeked nipples, and with a kiss that lingered deliciously against her lips, his head lowered to her breasts. He captured a nipple between his teeth, his pelvis brushing her nerves with torturous pleasure until a second climax ignited her body. But Valentin didn’t stop. He rode her hard, his hands and mouth pleasuring her with such attentiveness, she couldn’t contain the obscene moans spilling from her lips.
“You sound so beautiful,” he praised. “I want to hear you all night.”
Amorette gifted him her voice and moaned with each orgasm that shook her to her core, changing her forever. She screamed with pleasure, with whispered words of encouragement.
“Make it filthy,” Valentin growled in her ear as her praise wrapped around them. “Tell me every thought that’s inside that beautiful mind of yours while I’m inside this perfect pussy.”
“I’m never going to forget the way you feel.” She gripped his hair as her lips traced his pointed ear. He groaned into her neck, his hips moving faster. “You want my words, but I want your moans. Louder, Cupid. Moan like you fuck. Hard and rough and dominant.”
“Amor.” Valentin kissed her throat, his hands finding her breasts. He pinched her nipple as his voice spilled from hismouth. He obeyed her request, his bliss so loud it was like the roar of the bike’s engine.
“Louder,” she gasped, her body shaking for release. “I want your voice and your cock for the rest of my life.”
Valentin took her every sound to heart. His stamina lasted and lasted and lasted, bringing the stars to her eyelids, and when she lost count of how many times he’d made her climax, she cupped his jaw with her hands.
“I can’t.” Her limbs shook as she tasted his mouth.
“One more.” He kissed her deeply, gripping her hair as he pulled her close. “I want to feel you choke me as I fill you.”
“It’s too much,” she protested, but her fight was weak. She wanted it. Even this tired, she craved more.
“Good girl,” Valentin breathed into her mouth, and she swallowed his admiration with greed. “Now, Amor. Come with me.” He gave her nipple a tug, and she exploded in light and color. His thrusts grew erratic, and she felt him pump his cum inside her.
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” He kissed her with worship on his lips, and she gripped his ass tighter so she wouldn’t waste a single drop. “What a good girl,” he smirked as her pussy milked his sensitive cock until his body sparked electric. “Take it all, Amorette.”
“I am.” She ground her hips against him and then placed a hand over his thundering heart. “I am,” she repeated with a serious expression, her eyes full of meaning, and she knew he understood. “I want all of it. I’m taking it, keeping it, cherishing it. Happy Valentine’s Day, Cupid.”
Neither of them spoke as they dressed, the magnitude of what just passed between them hanging thick in the air. They helped each other clean up, the movements reverent and loving, and then Valentin settled on his bike and pulled her behind him. She wrapped her arms lazily around him, leaning against his back as he angled for the road, but Valentin paused before he took off. He savored how different the motorcycle felt now that he’d had her on it, and he captured her fingers, pulling them from his abs to his mouth. He kissed her hand gently. The hand that made chocolate, even if he cared little for its taste. The hand that brought him pleasure. The hand that fought to save her life and protect his. Valentin pressed it against his cheek as that emotion barreled through his chestagain, and suddenly he didn’t want to drive away from this spot. He wanted to freeze time and exist in this beautiful moment forever. Amorette hummed a content noise at their contact, and the sound burrowed deep into his soul to hide eternally.
Valentin finally released her hand, but she paused, fingers hovering before his abs. For a second, she didn’t move, and then Amorette pointed toward the darkness. Valentin followed her directions and smiled when he saw what she was gesturing at. The two Dobermans had emerged from the shadows, observing them with attentive kindness. It seemed his power had done quite the number on the animals.
Valentin shifted in his seat to glance at Amorette, her blissfully tired expression an enchanting sight he wanted to see for the rest of her life. His eyebrows quirked, and Amorette understood his wordless question. Her face lit up, and she nodded before leaning in to kiss his cheek. Valentin lingered against her lips before looking at the dogs. He jerked his head before driving onto the street, and the Dobermans raced after them. Looked like he… they had pets now.
They wordlessly enjoyed the leisurely ride to his apartment, and when he opened the door to his sleek, industrial studio with exposed brick and rustic décor, the dogs barreled into the living room, making themselves at home on the couch. Valentin rolled his eyes as he set his bow and quiver down, but when he turned back to Amorette, she was sitting between the animals, scratching their heads.
“We don’t know their names,” she said. “Let’s give them new ones… like Coffee and Chocolate.”
“Anything you want, Amor.” He didn’t move, content to just watch her. “They’re yours now. This home is yours, too. As am I.”
“I’ve always wanted dogs, but the café eats all my money.” She looked up at him, his heart swelling at the excitement in her eyes. “I’m yours, too?—”
The front door slammed open, and Valentin threw himself before her, bow in hand as he took aim. Four massive Fae stormed into the apartment, the Dobermans growling at their tactical gear, but they were smart enough not to attack the warriors.
