Valentina grew up in Greece with her older brother Atlas and their parents, they lived there up until they were 12, when their parents decided they wanted to explore more of the world. By 13 they'd been all over the place, until finally they find a...
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I'd been playing in the backyard with my dog malek, both my parents and atlas were out for the night. I was trying to distract my mind from the nerves of what I'd done, leaving that painting was risky and I knew it. But I couldn't stop myself.
As rain starts to fall I laugh softly and continue to play with malek, throwing a ball for him as the rain soaks my clothes, the thin fabric of my nightgown sticking to my skin. All the sudden I hear my name, the voice that had been stuck in my head all day and night. I snap my head over toward the gate that lead into the backyard, freezing as I see Roman fucking Wade standing there, the rain running down his body, drenching his beautiful fucking curls, his shirt clinging to his skin. I take a shaky breath as he starts to walk toward me, fuck.
He stops a few inches from me, looking down to me and breathing heavily, I slowly look over him for a moment before looking up into his eyes. " how are you doing this?" He asks, his voice rough as if he's physically restraining himself. I furrow my eyebrows lightly, taking a small step toward him " doing what?" I ask, confused. He chuckles deeply, his eyes running over me slowly before he begins to speak " fucking ruining me Antheia. You're all I can think about. I need you." He mutters and I freeze, was this actually happening? Was he actually saying this right now? I hesitate for a moment before speaking quietly " then have me." I whisper and something in his eyes changes, darkening. He moves his hands to my hips, gripping them tightly and pulling me toward him as his lips slam against mine roughly. I gasp lightly, before returning the kiss with as much urgency, moving my arms around his neck and pulling him closer til my chest touches his. Goosebumps rushing across my skin as he moves one hand down toward my ass, pulling me tight against him as he deepens the kiss. I slowly run my fingers through his soaked curls, pressing my body against his with an urgency I'd never felt. His lips pull from mine but he doesn't waste a second before beginning to kiss down my jaw and then moving down my neck slowly, making his way toward my chest. I inhale lightly, closing my eyes and leaning my head back slightly as he begins to kiss the top of my breast, moving down the strap of my nightgown and peeling the fabric from my chest. Slowly starting to kiss around my piercing, torturing me. Just as I think he's about to press his lips against it, he pulls away, moving onto his knees in the wet grass, I slowly look down to him, confusion evident on my face but he pays no mind to it, his hands settling on my hips as he pulls me toward him. I take a shaky breath as he slowly moves the fabric of my nightgown up above my hips, his eyes locking between my legs. He glances up at me for a moment, looking for any sign that I wanted him to stop, which only made me want him more. I bite my lower lip lightly and he slowly lowers his head, I can't stop the gasp that escapes my lips as I feel his tongue run along my slit, before pushing inbetween the folds. I move one hand to his hair, running my fingers through it and moaning softly as I feel his tongue press against my clit. Holy shit. Just as he starts to move his tongue toward my entrance he pulls away, looking up to me and slowly moving onto his feet, towering over me with a dark look in his eyes that nearly undid me. Grabbing my hand he starts to pull me toward the back door into the house, the rain pouring down on us. As we step inside, he closes the door behind us, malek laying on his bed in the living room. He starts to pull me up the stairs silently and I follow him. As we walk down the hallway instead of going to my bedroom he opens the door to my art room, I slowly step inside, looking up to him as he wordlessly closes the door and picks me up, walking to my desk and setting me down, moving onto his knees again before grabbing my hips and pulling me toward the edge, I look down to him, spreading my legs slightly as he lifts my night gown again, before bringing his mouth right back to where I needed it. Fuck. I lean back, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand while I use the other to run my fingers through his hair, moaning softly and closing my eyes. After a few moments of fucking bliss, he pulls away yet again, looking up to me " you taste so fucking good achelios. So fucking good." He slowly stands up, and my eyes meet his as he grabs my waist, holding the thin fabric of my night gown " I want this off. I need to see every glorious inch of your body" he mumbles and I don't waste a second before slowly starting to peel the nightgown off my body, my cheeks flushed a light shade of red. I drop the damp fabric onto the ground beside us, looking up to him and watching his eyes stare into mine. Seeing him struggle to keep his eyes on mine. I smile and slowly run my hands down his chest, pulling on his shirt slightly and he takes the hint, pulling off his shirt with one quick movement. I can't stop myself from staring, my eyes running over his chest that was carved by the fucking gods. The dark black ink running along his skin. My eyes stop at his belt, and I slowly look up to him again, he uses one hand to undo it, pulling it off and dropping it on the ground before unzipping his pants and starting to push them down. I don't pull my eyes from his. Even as I hear his pants hitting the ground. He steps closer to me, his hands moving to my hips as he grips them tightly, moving me closer to him and inhaling sharply as he moves his eyes down my body slowly. " fucking incredible." He whispers before leaning down and capturing my lips with his. I move my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I kiss him back eagerly, I needed all of him. I run one hand down his back, he slowly moves closer to me til I feel his tip pressing against me, I moan softly into the kiss before breaking it and speaking softly " fuck me. Please." I practically beg. That's all it takes for him to roughly push into me. I dig my nails into his skin, the pain quickly replaced with pleasure. I kiss him again, moaning softly against his lips as he slowly moves his hips back before pushing in again roughly, shaking the desk. I didn't care. I wouldn't care if it broke. I'd never felt anything like this. And I craved it. After a few more thrusts he stops, staying inside me and picking me up, moving us toward one of the windows in the room, my bare back hitting the cold glass as he starts to move in and out of me roughly, one hand on my hips and the other on the window as I wrap my legs around him, moaning loudly and digging my nails into his skin. I needed more, I run my nails down his back, moaning softly and leaning my head back, speaking softly " more" I whisper and that's all it takes for him to begin kissing down my neck, his thrusts getting rougher as he runs his tongue over my piercing, eliciting a loud moan from my lips. Holy fuck. He chuckles deeply and begins to kiss around my tits, paying extra attention to my piercings. It was so fucking amazing. I feel myself start to tighten around him and he groans deeply, moving his hand from my hip down between us, his thumb working on my clit in slow circles. I gasp lightly, moaning his name softly as I begin to cum, he thrusts into me roughly before pulling out, as he moves his hand to his length I cover it with my own. Slowly he lets me go and I carefully move to my knees in front of him, looking up to him as I slowly run my tongue over his tip before taking him into my mouth. Closing my eyes for a moment as his tip hits the back of my throat, slowly looking back up to him as he places one hand on the window, steadying himself. I start to move my head back and forth, swirling my tongue around once and feeling him twitch in my mouth, just as he begins to cum. Moaning deeply and it was like fucking music to my ears. I slowly pull away, swallowing and licking my lips lightly as I look up to him, he takes a shaky breath and then slowly moves me up onto my feet again, kissing me fiercely, one hand on my jaw and the other on my hip. After a moment he pulls away, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. The faint sound of rain hitting the roof. I slowly look up to him as he drags his thumb over my bottom lip, speaking softly " you're going to be the death of me Valentina. And I can't fucking wait" he whispers and I feel my face grow hot as I try to calm my breathing.
Before I could get a word out, I hear malek barking. Shit. Someone was home. I glance to the clock before looking up to Roman, he realizes and quickly starts to pull on his clothes. I slowly lean against my desk before grabbing my nightgown and slipping it on, walking out of the room and starting down the hallway, hearing atlas talking from downstairs and glancing back to Roman as he zips up his jeans, running his hand through his hair and walking over toward me. " Val??" He calls out, I glance to Roman for a moment, unsure of what to do. He smiles lightly and guides me to my bedroom door, looking over me for a moment before stepping back, gesturing for me to go inside. I hesitate before nodding lightly and quietly slipping into my room, closing the door behind myself as Roman walks down the stairs " hey man-I was just about to call you" he pauses and I wait by my door for a moment before walking over to my dresser, running my hand through my damp hair. Trying to process what just happened. This was going to ruin me. And I wanted it.
