CHAPTER 300: MORNING PROTEIN

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Chapter 300

~Valerie’s POV~

Dristan didn’t move away. He stayed on me, worked me through it, tongue lapping gently, dragging every last drop from my body until I was boneless and shaking, and helped me ride out every last aftershock.

When he finally pulled back and lifted his head, his lips glistened and his eyes glowed with a feral, satisfied heat.

I whimpered, hips twitching from oversensitivity, but he still continued until I weakly pushed at his shoulders.

"Too much," I breathed, a shaky laugh escaping as I tried to catch my breath.

"You taste like sin," Dristan murmured, crawling up my body, kissing my temple, and whispering against my skin. "You’re mine, Val. All of you. Whether you run or not."

And gods help me... I didn’t want to run anymore. I let him.

I kissed him back, deep and messy and full of the need I couldn’t hide anymore. I could taste myself on his lips, but I didn’t care.

I needed to feel him. All of him.

My arms wrapped around his neck as he hovered over me, his warm, solid body grounding me.

"Still don’t want sex?" he teased gently, lips brushing mine while his blue, icy eyes stared deeply into mine.

I blushed hard as my heart pounded in my chest. "I didn’t say I didn’t want it... I want it with you all. But it’s just..."

"I know," he whispered. "We’ll go slow. But next time, Val... next time, I’m not stopping until I’m buried so deep inside you, you forget where I end and you begin."

I swallowed as Dristan’s hand slid down, gripping my thigh possessively, pressing me open just enough to make me gasp.

"I want to hear you cry out my name, feel your walls clench around my cock while your body begs for more," he growled, his lips brushing my jaw, then dragging down to my throat.

"You’re mine, Valerie. And when I take you... there won’t be a single inch of you that doesn’t remember it."

A strangled moan escaped my lips, unbidden. My breath hitched as his teeth grazed my pulse point, claiming, warning, promising.

Gods, I was melting.

My entire body ignited again, despite the tremble in my legs and the daze in my head.

Dristan kissed my forehead and whispered, "Sleep. I’ll stay if you want."

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Hunger was already far from me because tiredness was al my body knew, and it welcomed sleep.

And as I curled into his chest, still warm from the aftershocks of my release, one thought echoed in my mind.

Next time might be sooner than I thought.

It wasn’t up to two minutes when I closed my eyes that I felt Dristan’s finger trail down my thigh and come back up to my breast to pinch my nipples.

My eyes snapped open as I swatted his hand away.

"Sensitive. Shoo."

He did not move or attempt anything, or so I thought.

Seconds later, I felt his breath near my neck as his cold fingers trailed up my thigh, moving forward.

My hand connected with his finger, slapping it away. This time, I sat up and pointed at the door.

"Me, sleep. You, out."

I eventually got him out.

Dristan grumbled as he walked to the door, grinning like the smug devil he was, and I didn’t miss the way he adjusted himself through his sweatpants before shooting me a wink.

I rolled my eyes. "Out, I said."

"Yeah, yeah," he murmured. "But you’ll be dreaming of me."

I flipped him off and shut the door, only to sag back against it with a soft sigh.

Gods.

My thighs still trembled with aftershocks, and my nipples ached with sensitivity. I was a mess. A very satisfied, used, and sore mess.

I made my way to the bathroom, wincing slightly at how soaked I still was. I turned on the tap, splashed cool water on my face, sat on the toilet and washed up, then grabbed a towel to clean between my legs gently.

The moment the cloth brushed my clit, I jolted and gasped. I was still too sensitive.

Still too turned on.

I rinsed off and padded back to the room, feeling lighter. I pulled on my silk nightwear—a soft ivory singlet that clung to my curves and a pair of light shorts that barely covered anything.

The fabric teased against my skin, whispering over the spots Dristan had kissed, sucked, and worshipped.

I crawled into bed, exhaling as I curled under the sheets. My body melted into the mattress, and Dristan’s scent still lingered on my skin.

Sleep pulled me fast and deeply until I felt a weight shift.

My brows pinched. My eyes remained closed. A knee nudged the mattress.

I waited to find out who it was. A second passed before I felt it.

A warm body sliding between my legs.

I stirred, hazily, confused. "Dristan?"

There was no answer.

My lashes fluttered open, and I groggily reached for the duvet, about to lift it when flashes of hair caught my eye.

"Ahh—fuck!"

My back arched violently off the bed as a hot, wet mouth clamped down on my clit and sucked hard.

"Dristan—?" I gasped again, blinking away the fog of sleep.

The tongue didn’t stop. It was fast and greedy, lapping up my slick like he was dying of thirst. A moan vibrated against my core, and I cried out again as the sensations exploded through my system.

Desperately, I yanked the covers back and froze.

"Xade?"

He looked up from between my thighs, grinning like a fucking devil with his chin glistening. His silver eyes gleamed with heat and mischief.

"Couldn’t let Dristan have all the fun, could I?"

My heart nearly stopped. "You—You can’t just sneak in and—"

"I didn’t sneak. I waited for you to sleep, then I knocked. You didn’t answer." His tongue traced a circle around my entrance. "So, I took that as permission."

I gasped again, trembling, my hands gripping the sheets.

"Xade..."

"Shh," he whispered darkly. "Just relax. You’re not done yet, princess. Not until I’ve had my fill of my morning protein."

And then he dove back in without mercy or a pause, just like the previous night.