Rub two stones together, you get fire. Pour oil on it, it burns brighter. But between Valerian and I, we made a wildfire that lasted for hours.
I was still catching my breath, eyes closed, feeling his kisses trailing a path from my lips down to my neck. Licking and nibbling my skin. It was like a freaking inferno down there.
My hands, weak as a kitten's, lifted to run through his hair.
"Please," I thought, "just a little more," I wanted to say but my whole body was so weak, so exhausted, and so... used.
Valerian was a freaking machine. Still had the energy for more.
His hands, big and strong, were all over me, soothing me, while his kisses took whatever was left of me.
"Tired?" he whispered in my ear, lifting his head to meet my sleepy eyes.
"Very," I admitted, leaning my face into
