193 - Satisfying Starvation
His lips consumed her own without mercy, as his fingers slipped inside her with maddening thrusts.
He consumed her moans and gave her his. Her hand slipped into his hair, grabbing it. A groan rumbled in his chest at the painful delight, and he nipped her lips with his fangs to repay the favour.
His thumb rubbed against her core, driving her insane. The sound of the water trickling as they moved was a rhythm to their boundless desire.
He pulled away, watching her shudder, watching she writhed over his fingers, as he continued his thrusting. Her hands slipped away from his hair to his chest, as her eyelids slipped shut and all she could say was his name in a feverish voice.
“Va–le–rick.”
He pushed his forehead against the nape of her neck, as he breathed her in. A smile played his lips, the thickness of her arousal in the air made him harden even more with desire.
He felt drunk on lust.
“Vale—rick!”
The way she called his name, by the Blood! It drove him insane.
His tongue glided over her mark and she lost it. In his hand, she came undone. He pulled his hand away from her as the other got rid of his pants.
Still panting, she rested her head against his chest and looked up at him with dazed eyes.
“My people—”
He shoved his fingers still coated with her arousal into her mouth, shutting her up. He had wanted that for himself but the necessity for her not to speak of her people in this moment was far greater.
“Later.”
She nodded, her words muffled. Then he pulled his hand away from her mouth and kissed her.
When he pulled away, her hands were reaching for him, her eyes begging for something more.
By the Blood, he just loved to see her wanting him like this.
His hands slipped to her waist and he was ready to get lost in her when he paused.
“How do we do this?”
What?
“Should we even be doing this?”
What?!
She turned to look at him quickly.
“Yes! Just go from behind. You are already behind me, so it is perfect.”
“Alright then,” he still sounded skeptical. “I’m just going to be very gentle.”
“Oh by the Moon, not this again. Just pound from the back.”
His fingers drew lazy lines on her back, slipping to her butt-cheeks.
“But what if it hurts the little ones?”
No. She didn't have time for this. Her desire was too insane for this to stand in her way.
“It can't hurt them.” Her voice was breathy. She moved one of his hands over her breast and brushed herself against his erection while she kept her eyes on him.
A groan rumbled through his chest and he closed his eyes briefly. “Zezi.”
*Yes?” She asked with a coy voice.
“How do you know?”
“Valerick, please just fuck me already.”
Oh, but he wanted to. He really wanted to. His dick was so hard it was starting to hurt, but he was too worried to just go on…
“I need to be sure—”
“I know because Nicholas prescribed sex.”
What a liar.
“He did?” His eyes brightened with relief and fogged with pleasure immediately after. “Why didn't you tell me earlier?” He said as he sank into her.
“By the Blood—”
“You are stealing my words,” he pressed his words against her skin.
She wanted to speak but his strokes were so consuming that her words were lost into a moan.
Valerick remained gentle for as long as he could, relishing in her wet, warm pulsating walls that brought him home to pleasure, and burying himself as deep as he could in her.
His mention of her name was throaty. His restrained desire now being further restrained racing madly to the surface, his instincts wanting him to take as much ad he had been starved.
Her hands moving around him wasn't helping. Her feathery touch on her mark that was on his neck pushed a moan through his teeth.
She constantly kept trying to fight against staying steady in the pool by holding the frame and reaching for him.
It was a mess, she was a mess.
When his thumb connected with her core, she lost her course of coordination, feeling his throbbing presence deep inside her, pushing and pulling with a pace that teased her with what could be.
Torture.
“Faster,” she cried. “Please. Faster.”
He had to remain gentle, he had to—
“Valerick, p–lease.”
Fuck.
His rhythm quickened, hitting a spot that drove her further insane.
His fangs sank into her neck, and the pleasure they felt tripled stretching Zezi taut while Valerick fucked her through it until his orgasm hit too and she was filled with his warm release.
Their climax pushed them to the peak of something wild. Their bond sizzled with an electric feeling that ran through their veins unrestrained, every part of them that touched felt extra sensitive.
The frenzy feeling washed over them in waves and waves.
Ecstasy.
Raw ecstasy.
Valerick’s hands slipped over her belly during the aftermath of their pleasure.
“My Heartbeat. My Soul.” He said as he pressed a kiss to her neck.
Zezi was breathing heavily.
“I love you.”
“I l–ove… you,” she answered, panting.
Breathing just seemed more laborious than it used to be.
When he kissed her, she could taste her blood on his lips. It was strange but she found that taste delightful, maybe it was because she was pregnant.
Then just when she was starting to really enjoy it, he pulled away.
“Don't you dare ever risk your life like that again. No matter what it is, I will always believe you.”
She nodded.
“And don't you join some revolution interested in my death either.”
She chuckled. “Never again.”
“Never again.” A hand slipped around her neck and he bent to kiss her when something happened.
Someone had kicked his hand that was on her belly. It was the little bats.
Valerick was so excited about it. He stood in front of her, and placed his hand on her belly waiting for the next kick. When it came, he was overjoyed, smiling from ear to ear, until he became worried and he started panicking.
“I was a little rough at the end. I think I disturbed them. By the Blood, that is horrific. I must have scared them. I am a terrible father.”
“No, you are not and no,” she was trying and failing not to laugh, “that is not how it works, Valerick.”
“Oh,” his eyes brightened with relief. “Well, that is good then.”
They laughed.
“You are so hilarious sometimes.”
“You can't blame me.” He was looking down at her belly, still fascinated. “This is my first time.”
“Mine too. I’m glad it is with you.” He looked up at her then, and kissed her.
A short, sweet kiss.
“We need to decide on names,” he said when she pulled away.
The kick came again.
“It happened! Ah, Zezi. This is wonderful. I’ll fetch you your dress, so we can go to the room and talk about those names.”
She nodded in agreement with a smile. It was good to see him so happy.
Then he furrowed his brows.
“Wait. Can they hear us?”
“I think so.”
Shock.
“So all this while, they— what?!”
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