Chapter 17: Fleur

FLEUR

Chapter

Seventeen

Iflex my fingers against his broad warm chest as I lean down to kiss him. The moment our lips touch, Van slips his hands under my shirt to glide up my back in a gentle caress. The way his hands feel on me only spurs me on more. I lick the seam on his mouth. He opens for me, his tongue stroking mine. He's slow, letting me take my time.

Without thinking, my hips thrust down, causing my clit to rub against his cock. "That's it," he encourages. His hand comes around to cup one of my breasts. He drags his thumb across my nipple making my chest thrust out, pushing me to sit up more as I rock myself. It feels so damn good. I want this with him, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. I may not be ready to admit that out loud, but internally I know it's true.

I start off slowly, rocking myself back and forth, getting used to it. I wish I could see Van's face more clearly, but the darkness helps me to be bold.

"Take it off, Red." He pushes my shirt up my stomach halfway. I don't let myself think; I just do. I pull it off, leaving me straddling him in his bed in only a pair of his boxes. "Fuck." His hands cup both of my breasts at the same time, giving them both attention. "Perfect handful." I whimper when he tugs on one.

"Van." I breathe out his name, letting him know that I need more.

"Be shameless, Red. Take what you want." His words embolden me, allowing me to push all of my insecurities and uncertainties to the back of my mind. There's never been a time that I've felt more connected to anyone than I do him at this moment.

I dig my fingers into his chest and rock faster, chasing after the pleasure. Van lets out a groan. As my orgasm draws closer, my hips move more frantically. My panties start to soak through, making them stick to me. I'm so close, but I can't get there. I need more.

"Please," I beg, knowing whatever I need Van can give me.

Van sits up, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me pressed against his cock. His bare chest meets mine as he claims my mouth. He thrusts up, matching my rhythm and giving me exactly what I need. I feel his fingers sink into my hair. He pulls it back, making me release our kiss. His mouth goes to my neck. He rakes his teeth across it before sucking and kissing. My entire body feels like it's on fire.

"Come for me, baby," he orders before placing his hand over my mouth. I cry out into his palm. The orgasm rips through my body, shattering me in ways I don't think I'll ever be able to come back from.

Van buries his face in my neck, groaning my name. His hips thrust upward as he comes too. His warm release spreads between us. We both sit there unmoving, trying to catch our breath. I allow myself to enjoy the sweet hum that's flowing through my body. If only we could stay like this forever.

Van turns, rolling me onto my back. He looms over me. "Pretty sure I marked you so now you're mine." He doesn't let me respond. He presses his mouth to mine. I'm noticing that's his way of shutting me up. I can't say that I hate it. It's pretty clever actually. "Don't move or I'll spank you and not cover your mouth while I do it so everyone will hear." He drops another kiss to my lips before he pushes up to get off the bed.

I watch him head into his closet to grab something before going to the bathroom next. He flips on the light, leaving the door open. I hear the water come on. A few moments later he comes back out, his sweatpants gone. Why does he have to be so damn good-looking?

"Let me clean you up." I don't say anything. I can't. I keep watching him as he pulls the boxers he gave me off, leaving me only in my wet panties. With the bathroom light flooding the room, I know he can see a lot more of me. His fingers skim the top of my soaked panties. He waits a beat to see if I protest. When I don't say anything, he pulls them down next. I should probably be shy, but I don't feel that way in front of him.

Van puts a warm, damp cloth between my legs, cleaning me. He takes his time cleaning my thighs and everywhere in between. We'd both been so wet I'm not sure how much is him and how much is me. I let my legs part more for him. I see him smile. A wave of emotion presses down on my chest. I hold it back. When he's done, he tosses the cloth on the floor in his perfectly clean room, not bothering with it.

My breath catches when he leans down and takes one long lick between my folds. A small moan leaves me when he passes over my clit. He kisses the top of my mound. Then to my surprise, he pulls clean boxers up my legs for me.

"You want your shirt, Red?"

"No," I manage to get out. I want to lie with his skin against mine. To enjoy every second of whatever this is that I can.

Van flips off the bathroom light before coming back to bed. He pulls me into his arms. I expect him to make a quick, fun remark. He's probably waiting for me to do the same. Instead, I turn to face him lying on my side. He pulls me in closer. I throw one of my legs over him and lay my head on his chest.

Right now, I don't care if this is fake. Van has taken care of me more than anyone else I can ever remember. I feel safe.

For the first time in a long time, I fall asleep within seconds.