22. Daniela

TWENTY-TWO

Daniela

O ne night to forget everything and give us an ending when we never really began is all we can have. One night where my sister isn't a rapist, or the mother of his child. One night where there have been no lies or plotting for other peoples greed.

Val gently sets me back on my feet as the song comes to an end. I hold on to him as it restarts, and I tighten my arms around his neck to stop him from moving away. The slow swaying starts again, and he smiles against me before pulling me closer. His promise is loud in my memory – we'll have our first dance away from everyone else with the taste of champagne and cake on our lips . Reality has made it our first and last with pain and regret on our tongues as he softly kisses me.He has blood on his t-shirt and the skin over his knuckles is split.

I stroke down his chest and my fingers slowly undo each of buttons until I can feel the warmth of his chest without a barrier. As soon as I touch his bare skin, he holds my hips, walking me backwards towards the bed. There's no rushed movements and our lips are still sealed together, refusing to break the truce we've found. Trailing his fingers down until he reaches the hem of the t-shirt covering me, he strokes up my thighs, pulling it up until he reaches my ribs.

He doesn't rip it off me and kisses down my neck as more of my body is slowly uncovered. He leans down pressing an open mouthed kiss to my chest and my arms automatically go up to allow him to get rid of the useless fabric. With the lights and his position, he can see my ribs clearly and softly falls to his knees, tracing the script with his finger.

Holding my waist, he looks up at me with longing, it's my own reflected back at me. The words that soothed me are forever on my skin as a reminder, now they're on his lips.

"Knowing you is loving you, Dani mine."

Hearing him repeat it when it's only been my own voice when I fall into the dark pit over the years has emotion clogging my throat.

This Valentin is mine, it's not the one he shows everyone else. He's the same person who I fell in love with at ten years old before he even knew my name.

Pressing a soft kiss to my stomach he moves up my body until he's at his full height. Cupping my face with two hands he speaks so low, uncertain, that it doesn't sound like him.

"I've been tested, and I haven't touched anyone since you came back but I can wear a rubber."

Any wish to feel him bare again is replaced with reality and I kiss his cheek, hoping it portrays that I believe him.He's trying to reassure me after my comment, and I hate that his hurts create an ache in my chest.

He gently lowers me to the bed and worships my body with his lips. Every kiss is reverent, and his hands map my body like he's implanting it into his memory. Holding my tits together he pushes his tongue between them and the feeling travels down my body settling between my thighs. I've wanted him in every way for so long, without any anger or hate between us, has every other emotion springing forward.

Love.

Longing.

Regret.

Guilt.

My back arches as he flicks my nipple with his tongue and I hold his head, silently asking for more. Even when he's being nice he's an asshole as he continues teasing me and traces down my stomach with the tip of his tongue. Opening my legs wider, he blows a path of cool air on my overheated skin and says to himself, "Such a pretty pussy."

It's barely louder than the soft music playing but my legs go lax from his awe. I pull him closer not wanting any more emotion to be added to my own when we can chase it away with our bodies. Val flattens his hands on my inner thighs and groans into me as he sucks my clit between his teeth. He grips my flesh tighter and his lashes flutter. My back arches and a low curse floats up to the ceiling as he gently destroys me. His tongue isn't lashing or cruel, it's loving and still killing me.

Hooking my leg over his shoulder, I dig my heel into his back, controlling his movements and pushing his head further down. The only part of his face that's visible are his eyes and the top of his cheeks but I know he's smiling as he circles my entrance with his tongue. The groan leaving him vibrates into my body and he moves further up, making patterns on my clit.

It's too intense, there's not enough to give me real relief but I can feel it building already. I try to drag him up and the asshole shakes his head, slowly running the flat of his tongue over where I want his dick.

My fingers tighten in his hair as I beg pathetically. "Please, I want you to fuck me Valentin."

As if his name is the magic word he rushes up and seals his lips over mine. I can taste myself on him and the soft gentle kiss of before is replaced with urgency. Need. It's more than desire, our world is ending, and this is the final moment.

Turning crazed with the clock ticking, I fumble with his belt and push the rest of his clothes away. Pushing into his shoulders until our positions are reversed, I straddle his thighs and flatten my palms on his chest as he puts a condom on. We don't look away from each other as I lift up on my knees and my mouth opens feeling him pushing into me. He's long and thick stretching me, leaving a mark that I'll never be able to able to forget.

I clench and roll my hips as I sink down. The words leaving him are filled with love and his hands are the same massaging up my body.

"My beauty. Ride me, baby."

Leaning over him, I seal our lips together to stop the words that will haunt me. His hands are loud as he smooths across my ribs and cups my ass with both hands while slowly thrusting up burying his dick inside me fully. The softness is going to ruin me, and my throat burns as he allows me a taste of what could have been. I want the lie we're telling each other, for this to be true and at least have a memory when the sun comes up.

Begging for the same thing he asked of me, I speak between our lips. "Lie to me."

He flips me on my back and his thrusts are slow and purposeful as he stares between my eyes. Whatever he sees has his lips moving and he rests his forehead on mine spilling beautiful lies.

"I've always loved you." There's no deceit in his features and I claw at his back passing my hurt into him. He kisses my cheek, and his lips don't leave my skin as he moves across my jaw to my neck and fucks me harder. "I'll never stop."

Biting his shoulder because my fingers aren't enough, I grind into him regretting asking him to open his mouth. "You'll always be mine."

Copying my bite, he moves my knees to rest on his elbows and continues to ruin me physically and mentally.

"My beautiful artist."

He brings me with him as he sits on his knees and fucks up into me. I hold his face as my body shakes from the force of his thrusts.

There's sadness darkening his eyes, the yellows turning brown and the creases getting more pronounced. I've recreated every expression that my mind held of his handsome features but this one is new, and we cling to each other. There's a gap between our lips that neither of us close as he rests his forehead on mine

We don't look away from each other or breathe and tears burn the back of my eyes. This is goodbye. A long painful goodbye while we're still going to be in each other's lives. We'll see each other and interact but our souls will never be able to meet again.

Emotion fills his low voice. "Come for me. If I only get tonight, I need to see it as many times as possible."

Speaking to my Val, a moan breaks up my admission as I grind down. "I've missed you."

We're still lying to each other, and he drops my legs to wrap his arms around me. The callouses on his palm scrape my temple as he brushes my hair away from my face while hugging me with one arm and filling the room with lies.

"I've missed you too, Dani mine."

I needed the false claim to climax and hold on to his shoulders as it's ripped from me. He grabs my hips and pushes up into me as he seals his lips over mine. His entire body tensing while I take my release out on his skin. My nails score down his back, his shoulders, any part of him that I can reach because just like the man it was violently gentle. He massages up my back and holds on to my shoulders preventing me from escaping as he turns on his back. I'm plastered to his chest, and he stares up at me with loss.

Thrusting up into me hard enough for his balls to slap against my ass, he bites out, "My." Thrust. "Sweet." Thrust. "Dani."

Reaching behind me to wreck him like I am, I cup his balls rolling them in my hand and write my name on his neck with my tongue. That piece of his skin above his collar bones is mine. If I can't have anything else, I'll at least find comfort in that.

Val's hold turns bruising, and he pushes his head into the bed groaning out, "Fuck, baby, up. Going to come."

The instruction doesn't make sense and I try to rock back but he threads his fingers through my hair keeping me in place. His jaw is clenched, and it turns his voice rough.

"Don't you dare, it's not the end of the night yet."

My body goes limp, and I nod dumbly letting him pull me away and he sits me on his face before I can stop him. Holding my hips so I'm hovering above him, he says darkly,

"I can't have my innocent dreams, so you'll make the dirty fantasies a memory."

My hands whip out for purchase against the wall as he roughly pulls me down and anger stares up at me as I ride Val's face. It's not sweet and teasing anymore. He wants to ruin me for breaking what didn't have a chance to bloom. And I want to hurt him for not being truthful.

I pull my shoulders back and stretch my arms behind me to flatten my palms on his chest. I grind down as he pushes his tongue inside me. The hands on my hips move up and deliver punishing squeezes to my tits. He forms a V with his fingers and traps my nipples between them. Each tug has a scream building inside of me and he eats at me. The bastard pulls me away before I can climax and flips me on my back. He enters me in one brutal thrust that my spine moving in a wave. I push against his hips and my body contorts up with only my head touching the bed.

His rough hand wraps around my throat and the violent possession in his voice forces me to relax.

"You're mine, take it. Take everything I have." He stares at my face and threatens me. "I should come on your face, make you walk home like that so everyone can see you're mine."

My hand whips out at the degrading comment leaving a perfect imprint on his cheek.

Everything pauses, his thrusts and his entire body freezing as he processes and slowly moves his head back to look at me. The hold on my neck tightens as he drags me up until we're nose to nose and fucks me harder.

"Do it again, prove this is real."

Slapping him with less force, he laughs without any sound and bites my lips. They leave teeth marks, and he soothes the sting with his tongue before pressing a gentle kiss against my tingling lips.

Opening his mouth to spew more toxic bullshit, I spit up aiming to shut him up. It lands on his chin. He pushes me back into the sheets and remains kneeling as he fucks me. A dull slap lands on my outer thigh until I've opened wider. The darkness in his eyes is comforting as he traces my body without wiping my spit away. His fingers flex against the sides of my neck until I feel lightheaded and a wet slap lands on my clit forcing a scream out of my throat.

I can't and don't want to do anything more. I want him to play with my body and make it as fucked up as possible so I can convince myself this is fake. Locking my ankles on his ass, he alternates between slapping my clit and rubbing circles. Both actions have spots of light dancing in my vision, and I circle my hips wanting him to come at the same time.For something to show that we're aligned in at least one thing.