The Bodyguard | [Finished Not Edited | +18]

35

Valentino's Pov:

The smile she gives me is worth all the heartache I just suffered in the last several minutes of her explaining what she needs. I dip my face down to nibble at her bottom lip until she's panting and clutching at me. Just the way I like her.
As I press into her, she slides forward on the table to cradle her knees around my hips and lock me in place between her thighs.

"You've surprised me," she says, arching her neck so I can skim my lips down the column of her throat.
Between nibbles, I ask, "How?"
Her hands fist in the hair at my nape, her body leaning toward me, arching into every touch I smooth over her clothing. Clothing she is wearing far too much of.

I peel the sweater off her body, happy to find her breasts bare and her nipples at attention for my mouth already. "Mmm...Angel, are you trying to tease me?"

She shrugs all innocent, but her eyes are heavy lidded while she clings to me, craving my next caress. "Wasn't on purpose. I was just trying to get back here quickly before you and Alexander walked out of the room and left me to fend for myself."

"Never." I dip my hand into the front of her leggings and cup her pussy, my fingers sliding along her wet seam.

"I'd never leave you to fend for yourself. That just seems cruel when I get so much enjoyment from taking care of you."

She huffs at my playful words, both of us knowing the issues between us right now aren't strictly about sex.
But then she's easily distracted by my fingers rolling over her clit until I pinch it lightly and make her jolt in my arms. "What are you doing?" she asks into my shoulder.

"Maybe after all this pain, I just need to touch you. I need to put my hands on your skin and remember how it feels to make you come apart in my arms." I use my teeth on her neck this time to mark my claim. "I need to know you're real, and you're here, and you're mine."
When she nods, I reach down and scoop the edges of her pants to pull them off and throw them away. She looks so beautiful naked as she clings to me to keep herself upright.
"What about you?" she whines with no real energy.

"You want my clothes off too, Angel, you'll have to take them off for me."
Her hands attack my jacket, then slowly, she works her way down the buttons of my shirt to tug it out of my pants. I watch her face as she reveals more and more of my skin. And I'm not the only one lost to the allure of her flesh. She's clearly mesmerized by every bit of mine. It starts a warm ache in my chest that I rub to try to dislodge.
She dips down to grab my belt buckle and then shoves my pants down my legs to pool at my feet. Not wanting her to stop touching me, I kick them away along with my socks and shoes to leave me just as naked as she is. "Better?"
Her eyes rove over my bare chest and then down to my abs, where she traces each of my muscles with her fingertips. It tickles the lower she goes, and I have to stall her hand before she reaches my hip bones. "Now you're just being mean, Angel."

I let her go to continue her exploration, and she goes straight for my already hard cock as it juts up toward my belly button. When she wraps her warm fingers around the base, I hiss out a breath and squeeze my eyes closed. At the very least to stay focused on keeping myself in my own skin. Since we married, she's learned how to touch me, how to pleasure me, and she no longer needs instructions to send me straight toward orgasm.

I stop her hand for a second time and then move it to the table so I get more time to play with her.
There's a pout in her lip at being denied, so I catch her mouth with mine and strip it away. Melting it under the scorch of my tongue roving hers, devouring her mouth until she's whimpering, desperate to get closer to me so our bodies can create the friction she needs.

I nibble her lip, then break the kiss to trail to her earlobes. As my teeth close over one, I delve my hand between our bodies and slide my fingers through her slick core to reach her entrance. She shivers and digs her nails into my shoulders, sending a bolt of pain through my system. It pushes me harder, increasing the pressure of my touch to bring her up to the brink with me. I want her soaking wet before I slide into her pussy and claim her all over again.

"Tell me what to do. How to give you what you need this time?" she pleads softly, her voice barely a whisper. Does she still fear my response?

I take a deep breath and bring her face to my chest, so her lips collide with the muscle. "Bite me, Angel. Do it hard and trust me, you'll be in for a ride."

She rolls her eyes up to meet mine as I stare down at her straight white teeth clamping around my skin. A second later, a shot of pain hits, and I lose my plans. The need to be inside her was too great to resist any longer.
I tug her hips toward me, lining up our bodies as best as I can with the table height, and then ease myself into her heat. She skims the points of her teeth over my pec, and my knees nearly buckle from the sensation. "Easy, Angel. I don't want to go too soon. Let me make it good for you first."

"I'm already so close, please, fuck me. Please."

It's her extra little begging please that pushes me from aware to undone. I tilt her hips enough to get the angle I want and pound into her. In the frenzy, she can barely keep upright enough to bite me, but each one is like a jackhammer to a cracked glacier, sending fissures of pleasure and pain through my body.
I squeeze her ass tighter now, trying to get more of me in contact with more of her, and it feels so good I can barely think through it. She lets out a breathy moan and digs her teeth into my chest again. I can't think or breathe or stop. Nothing will interrupt this now.

I pound into her harder, faster until her legs wrap around my thighs to keep her from bounding back against the table with each thrust. Her cunt squeezes me so tightly I can't focus on anything else. Until she shouts, "I'm going to come. Please, don't stop."

Each thrust is faster, harder until the table itself is sliding underneath her. So I lift her into my arms, cradling her into my body, and carry her to the wall. With her back against the wall, I squat enough to sink farther into her body and then straighten to press deeper, using the wall for leverage
"Yes!" she screams, her nails digging into my back, her heels digging into my thighs. Each push into her body is a new shockwave of pleasure I ride closer and closer to completion, but not until she finishes first.

"Come for me, Angel," I growl into her ear. In seconds, she's thrashing her hands up and down my arms as her tight sheath contracts around my cock. Fucking hell yes. I keep going, keeping pace through her orgasm, and only when she slumps in my grasp, her body going limp, do I let myself finish, pounding into her one more time, pinning her tight between the wall and my own body.

I'm panting, drawing in as much air as possible, the pleasure spinning out until it slowly fades into a dull ache in my legs, my chest, my thighs, and my back. "I'm going to put you down now, Angel. Can you stand?"

She gives me a dreamy-eyed look. "Stand? Oh, yeah, if I have to."
Gently, I put her on her feet until she gets her legs under her. They wobble like my own, but she keeps herself upright while she clings to my arm. "Can we go back to bed now? Or breakfast. Maybe both..."
I laugh softly. "Both is fine. I'll order breakfast, and you get in bed. I'll join you in a moment."

When I usher her toward our room, mindful of anyone in the hall, I return to the command room and dress quickly, then grab her clothes as well in case she needs them later. Not if I have my way.

Back in the hallway to head toward the kitchen, I almost run down to our Cook Valentina. She jolts to a stop and then retreats enough to put distance between us.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."
She snorts. "The entire house heard why." But she's not mocking me. Her eyes are too solemn, and her response is nothing more than going through the motions, which makes me even more worried about her.

"Are you doing okay? Need anything?"
She ducks her chin, her long dark hair falling forward to hide the bruises still healing on her face. "No, I'm good, thank you. Let me know if you need me to do anything. With everything going on right now, I feel kind of useless."
I reach out to touch her arm, but she flinches away before I can make ccontact

"Fuck, sorry," she mumbles and then rushes off down the hall before I can even say anything.
Alexander will have to help her get a therapist in here in addition to the doctor. I can't lose our cook, not this
way

I march toward the kitchen, gather breakfast, then join my girlfriend in bed.
For one fleeting second, I imagine us to be a normal couple enjoying a lazy morning in bed making love, appreciating each other.
Tomorrow is early enough to break the spell and figure out how to keep us all alive.

A/N
How did you like the chapter?
Word Count: 1.754