Prophecy: Caelestis & Aurorea (27 page)

She raised her hips, giving him a silent command that he was unable to ignore. Sitting back, he tugged at the waist of her trousers and then slipped them off her legs one by one. He kept hold of her right leg, kissing her ankle and slowly working his way up to her knee and from there along her thigh. She bucked her hips up, moaning and mewling until he reached her underwear and she stopped.

Her eyes showed a tiny hint of nerves and he reminded himself that she was as young as she looked and that she’d never experienced this kind of thing before.

He looked at her, enjoying the moment of quiet that seemed to be passing between them, and the nerves disappeared from her eyes when she smiled. He smiled too. Lowering her leg, he held his hand out to her. She slipped hers into it and he pulled her up into a sitting position.

She stared up into his eyes and gave him a look that said she was waiting. What was she waiting for? He suddenly felt as though he was supposed to be teaching her something.

Drawing her hand towards him, he placed it against his chest.

“Just try to relax,” he whispered and she nodded. “Do whatever you want.”

He was surprised when she knelt and pushed him down on the bed so his head was resting against the pillows.

He looked up at her, unable to stop his expression from echoing his disbelief.

Prophecy smiled and ran her eyes down the length of him, from his strong shoulders, over the defined muscles of his chest, down to his waist. She frowned at the fact that he was wearing more clothes than her and deftly unbuckled his trousers. Unbuttoning them, she pulled them off quickly, and threw them across the room so they landed with the rest of their clothes.

Heat swept through her when she looked at his bare legs and ran her eyes upward towards his hips. She licked her lips at the sight of him in only his black boxers.

The Devil she wanted him.

Dropping to all fours, she crawled up the length of his body, moving slow enough that his look became pained and he reached out to her. She ignored his attempt to make her move faster and dipped her head, letting her hair brush against his legs as she kissed a trail up towards his hips. She swept her tongue across his stomach and then dragged her teeth over it. He tensed beneath her, her actions eliciting a deep moan from him.

She closed her eyes and wrapped her lips around the wound, working her way upwards to the end of it where it almost reached his chest. She kissed and nipped at him, peppering his chest with small wounds that gave her nothing more than a drop of blood each time. When she reached his neck, she bit down hard, feeling tingles race along her spine when he growled next to her ear. Her eyes shot open and widened when fingers grasped her backside and her arousal soared.

Sitting back, she tried to look confident when his crotch met hers. Her lips parted and she clawed down his chest. His hips bucked up against hers and she grew wet with anticipation. She licked her lips, cleaning them of his blood and then noticed that his eyes had strayed to her breasts. Looking down, she saw the thin thread and droplet of blood against her skin. Some of it must have spilt from her lips when she’d sat back.

She ran her finger slowly up the length of it, capturing it all and then looked at him where he lay beneath her. She made sure he was watching her and slowly put her finger in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it and sucking it clean. He growled and flipped her onto her back, his hips grinding into hers and forcing a moan from her.

Valentine smiled on hearing it. It was her own fault for teasing him.

He ground against her again, letting her feel just what she’d done to him and watched her eyes become hooded again. He sat back on his heels and removed her knickers, drawing them slowly down her legs and then running his hands back up the length of them to her crotch. Parting her thighs, he dipped his hands inside and teased her outer lips with his thumbs. She moaned and bucked her hips up, her body trembling as she did so.

He groaned in response when his stomach clenched and swept his thumbs up the length of her pussy again, this time letting them dip inside and brush against her clit. He closed his eyes at the feeling of her under his fingers and the way she tensed beneath him, her head leaning backwards as she arched her back to make the most of what he was doing.

Slipping out of his boxers, he ran his hand down the length of his erection and looked at her. She was watching him, her eyes following his every move and her tongue tracing her lips. He leaned over her, taking hold of her hand and bringing it to him. Her eyes widened a little when he wrapped her fingers around him and then she smiled when he let go of her.

He swallowed hard when she ran her fingers up the length of his erection, her thumb teasing its sensitive tip before she ran them back down again. She curled her fingers around his balls and he closed his eyes, his breathing becoming heavy while he absorbed what she was doing and fought his body for control.

Prophecy looked down at his erection and then up at his face. She watched the way his eyebrows furrowed and then knit, flickering between the two as though he couldn’t make up his mind what expression to go with. His lips parted when she wrapped her fingers around him tightly and drew her hand upward before going down again.

“Prophecy,” he whispered and she saw his arms tremble as though they could no longer support his weight. She licked her lips and raised her hips, letting her crotch touch his. He frowned this time, desire etching itself on his face and in his eyes as he opened them.

She swallowed hard and risked a smile, hoping it would be all the encouragement he needed to do what she wanted him to. He moved backwards a fraction and her hand lost its grip on him. She ran it up his chest and around his shoulder, and watched him position himself between her legs.

Her stomach flipped and jigged.

Bringing her knees up, she tried to remember what all the people in movies and on the television had done but it all fled her mind the moment he brought his hips closer to hers. She was concentrating on him so much that she forgot to breathe when he moved forwards and nudged the tip of his erection inside of her.

Her lips parted and she looked up at him, right into his eyes as he buried himself deep inside of her. His eyes narrowed, his look softening and changing the mood between them. The fiery heat inside of her abated a little, becoming less urgent and more passionate. She no longer felt an intense need to fulfil her desires. Now she wanted everything to go slow, and from the look on his face, he felt the same.

She caught him around the back of his neck when he began to move against her and brought his mouth down to hers. Kissing him, she started a slow exploration of his mouth and her fingers wandered the length of his body, dancing across his back and feeling all the muscles as they tensed and relaxed with his movements. She closed her eyes when he thrust deep into her, his hips curling against hers.

Raising her pelvis, she tensed her muscles, milking him and heightening the pleasure of having him inside of her. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers sliding down to his backside and holding him. She didn’t want him to hurry. This moment was too sweet, too delicious to rush. She wanted it to go on forever.

Valentine kissed along her jaw, steeling himself and trying to keep the steady pace that he’d set. He held back his desire, letting his passion and his feelings for her drive him instead. This was a moment they had both wanted, both been waiting for, for so long now that he had to make it last.

He buried his face in her neck, sneering when she clenched her muscles around him and moaning when she moved her hips against his. He moved into her with deep, slow thrusts, letting her feel the length of him and listening to her quiet breathy moans.

Kissing her throat, he concentrated on her and the way she felt around him. He hadn’t expected it to feel this good. It had been on his mind since she’d first shown him the vision and forced him to realise that this had been in their future. She’d shown him it again the other night when she was healing him, and it had felt even better that time, but it hadn’t compared to this.

Her fingers were trailing over his skin, one moment cupping his backside and the next raking down his back. She groaned into his ear, her sweet moans growing louder as she neared her climax. He thrust into her harder, eliciting a growl from her, and she rewarded him by tensing her muscles around him and raising her hips. He lowered one hand to her hip, holding her pelvis off the bed and slammed into her. She flung her head back and moaned loudly, her eyes screwing shut.

Arching his back, he kissed down to her chest and continued to thrust into her, his movements deep but a little faster now. He wanted to make her moan again, wanted to hear it slicing through the sounds of their heavy breathing.

Prophecy dug the fingers of one hand into his backside while her other hand held his head to her breast. She breathed faster as he circled her nipple with his tongue, teasing it and heightening her arousal until she felt ready to burst. She caught him under the jaw, drawing him back up to her and running her fingers through his tousled hair.

He sneered when he raised her hips again and thrust into her. It made a heat sweep through her like she’d never felt before. Her skin prickled, her body tingling and humming with delicious pleasure. Her eyes dropped to his neck and she couldn’t resist her desire to have his blood while he had her body.

Growling, she dragged him down to her and licked his throat before biting into it. She furrowed her brows and closed her eyes as his blood flooded her mouth, tasting sweet against her tongue and making the tight, desperate need inside of her grow worse. She pulled hard on his blood and he growled. The sound of it and the way he drove into her made her cling to him even tighter. Her body tensed, her muscles clamping down around him and her fingers burying themselves into his hair.

She needed more.

She bucked her hips against him and groaned into his neck when he thrust hard into her again. She was about to do it again when he gave her the release she needed.

He bit down hard on her neck and slammed into her, sending her spiralling over the edge and making her body quiver against his as she came. She released his neck and breathed heavily into his ear as she rode out her orgasm, her thighs trembling and her muscles milking his erection.

He pulled hard on her blood while still thrusting into her, his speed increasing until he jerked his pelvis towards hers and she felt him throbbing inside of her. She wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside her while his hips slowed. He withdrew his fangs from her neck and licked the marks while breathing hard. She could feel his cool breath tickling her skin and responded by licking the wounds on his neck clean.

Relaxing beneath him, she cradled his head to her neck and sighed up at the canopy of the bed. She opened her eyes and stared at it, listening to his rough breathing and making the most of the feelings running through her.

She looked down at him and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled and wrapped his arms about her, his eyes closing and his breathing becoming shallow. The sun called to her, telling her to sleep too, and she closed her eyes.

Sighing out her breath, she let her cheek rest against his forehead.

Her mind raced to put this moment to memory.

It had been perfect.

She wanted to remember it forever.

Prophecy stretched where she was lying on top of Valentine and released a contented sigh over the feeling of being skin on skin with him. She smiled when his arm tightened around her waist, stopping her from slipping off him, and her fingers played against his chest.

He growled in his sleep and she looked up at him briefly before closing her eyes again. It wasn’t dark yet. The sun was nowhere near setting. She just kept waking up occasionally and relishing the feeling of being so close to Valentine.

She stilled her breathing so she could feel if he was awake. When he showed no sign of breathing, she opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked so peaceful but she knew it probably wouldn’t last. An hour after they’d succumbed to the lure of sleep, he’d woken up in a panic. It had taken so much to get him back to sleep. She’d let him feed from her and had used her magic to soothe him, sending him back to what she hoped was a peaceful sleep. He hadn’t stirred much since. She knew what haunted his sleep, and why it woke him. She’d seen the horrors of it in his blood and knew it would take him time to recover. She’d healed his body, but could do nothing for his mind. His fingers tightened against her and a frown marred his features. She whispered soothing words until he relaxed, his appearance becoming peaceful again.

She smiled and ran a lone finger down his cheek, watching the way his nose twitched and his brows knit for a moment. His lips parted when she traced her finger across them and she sighed when he opened his eyes enough for her to see the vivid green of his irises. They slipped shut again and he held her a little tighter. He was gorgeous.

Running her fingers over his chest, she amused herself with the way his muscles tensed beneath her and then found her eyelids growing heavy again. She fought against the lure of sleep for a few seconds more before succumbing to it. Dozing off, she relaxed into Valentine.

The door opening and shutting made her jerk awake. She raised her head and frowned at it, her senses reaching out. She was surprised when she smelt human and could hear a rapid heartbeat in the corridor beyond the door.

“Emily,” Valentine mumbled and released her waist. “Mathias’ housekeeper. Break it gently.”

She blinked herself awake and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before sliding off him. She sat back on her heels, taking in the sight of his beautiful naked body and then got out of the bed. Covering him with the thin sheets again, she padded across the bedroom to their clothes. She slipped her knickers on and smiled when she found her hair band on the floor. She picked it up and grabbed Valentine’s jacket. Looking at it, she pursed her lips and then glanced at its owner. He wouldn’t mind if she borrowed it. She put her arms into the sleeves and buttoned it up while she walked towards the door. Clawing her hair out of her face, she scratched her head, slowly waking up. She opened the door and found a fair-haired woman on the other side. She was younger than she’d expected. She couldn’t have been much older than herself.