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Six Hundred & Sixty Six Ways

Chapter 4: Love You Like I Do (Finale)

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smut warning. :)

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She giggled at something he’d said, though her hazy mind couldn’t let her remember what it was. All she knew was that the deep rumble of his voice and the dopey smile on his face gave her a feeling inside that she hadn’t felt in half a decade. 

“Well look at you two sleezes, sleezin’ it up.” Bam teased as he entered the kitchen where they were sitting, a half empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the table between them. He let out a snort at their obvious inebriation, “That didn’t take long.”

Kuolema rolled her eyes but blushed at the same time, bringing the large wine glass to her mouth to take a sip and mumble, “Your mother is the one who gave me Vodka at three in the afternoon.”

“You’re gonna pass out before midnight, love.” Ville chuckled as he tried to pry the glass from her hands, his level of intoxication matching her’s, “Come on, Enkeli, let’s go have a smoke outside.”

“Only because I know you have Finn cigarettes, Ville. But I’m keeping my glass,” She replied haughtily, snatching the stem back from him and causing the dark liquid to splash over the rim, a mauve colored stain leaking into her baby pink top.

“Ville Hermanni!” She scolded, her mouth gasping in horror as she dabbed it with a napkin, “I just bought this shirt!”

Bam couldn’t help but giggle at the location the splash had decided to land- dead center over where it was completely obvious her nipple was. And, as she usually did when she wasn’t working, she wasn’t wearing a bra. She crossed her arms over her hardened buds, her face flooding with blood as she turned red from more than just the alcohol. Ville of course couldn’t stop himself from smirking at her as his eyes traveled over her collarbones and plunging neckline, his gaze only deepening the blush. 

“I’m going to change, I’ll meet you on the patio,” She said in a huff before marching up the stairs to the bedroom they were sharing. Bam winked at Ville before finishing off her glass, swallowing it with a large gulp and made his exit.

“Be sure to use protection, Willie!” He called out as he swaggered off. 

 


 

 

The air outside was chilly but not too cold, event though nothing could have ever compared to the weather in Helsinki anyways. Ville held the cigarette between his lips as he pulled his beanie down tighter over his ears, his nervous heart beating quickly as he waited for her.

Kuolema Enkeli Valo was was the only person in the entire world that could drop him to his knees and make him realize what a complete douche snot he’d been. She could redden his face with a quirk of that eyebrow of hers, and send his chest into a fluttering cage of butterflies with just a smirk. He hated himself for what he’d done to her, and vowed that no matter the outcome of this little stay was, he would at least make sure that they could at least stand to be in one another’s presence. And that those damn dirty, disgusting divorce papers sitting in his nightstand back at the tower would never have his name scratched on them. 

Kuolema slid out of the glass door to the patio quietly, her thick leopard print robe wrapped around her small shoulders as she stepped out. She took the offered cigarette from Ville and inhaled deeply, the smoke traveling out of her lungs as she stared out into he yard. 

“What’s on your mind, love?” He asked as he watched her sigh and flick the ashes into the wind as he took his own drag.

“You, Ville,” She rasped as she brought the smoke to her lips again, looking at him out of the corner of her eye, “You know that.”

He stepped closer to her, his chest inches from pressing up against her back, his warm breath ghosting over her neck. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, leaning down to nuzzle his face into the dip between her throat and shoulder, the soft terrycloth of her robe rubbing against his cheek. The feeling of her in his arms was something he would never forget, the scent of her hair filling his senses and making him tighten his grip around her. His emotions swirled inside him and brought tears to his eyes, the realization that he could have his love back making his heart ache terribly. The salty fluid poured from his eyelids and down into her neck, her body leaning back into his as she tossed the end of her cigarette over the railing and took him from his fingers, doing the same before turning around in his arms. Her own eyes were sparkling in the darkness as she peered up at him, her arms wrapping around his neck and tickling the hair sticking out from underneath his beanie. 

“I swear, lempii, no one will ever come between us again. I swear it on my mother’s grave.” He whispered lowly as her hand moved from his neck to wipe away the tears leaking down his face. She sniffed her own back and nodded, her eyes closing as she leaned into his chest and let him sway them back and forth. He hummed a familiar tune, the vibrations seeping through his chest and crawling into her ear that was pressed against him, “No one will love you like I do.”

 


 

 

Their clothes left their bodies easily, an erotically natural dance that the two of them remembered vividly even after so many years. The pale skin of his chest pressed against her own as he shed her of her bra, her tightened pink nipples hardening more as his rough fingers danced over them. Their tongues explored their homelands of each other’s mouths as their jaws rocked in time with their hips before his mouth licked and nipped down to her neck. He left a dark, deep, claiming mark on the milky flesh as he worked his way south, his hot tongue tracing her breasts as his hands explored her body, igniting all the flames she thought had died out so long ago. 

“Ville,” She whimpered, her fingers clutching into the soft curls of his hair as his nose grazed her pubic bone, a sensual hum leaving his mouth as he placed an open mouth kiss over the sensitive flesh of her pussy. She gasped as his tongue swirled and sucked on her clit, her taste flooding his mouth and hardening him quickly. He moaned into her skin, his hands gripping her hips, fingertips bruising the bones as he devoured her whole. The languid laps of his tongue through her silky folds bringing shivers through her core.

His deep, dark voice rumbled against her as he rasped in Finnish, “I missed you, darling, my one true love.”

“Oh, husband,” She cooed back, her jaw dropping slack as another tremble pierced through her, tears prickling her eyes again at the feeling she didn’t know she’d been missing. 

He slid a long, bony finger through her entrance, pulling another gasp from her as he curled the digit inside her to find the hidden place he loved so much. He reveled in the expression on her face as he slowly worked her over, his tongue returning to the sensual bundle of nerves to lazily lick circles around it. He felt her walls fluttering against him as he slid his finger in and out of her, the tell-tale sign of her release drawing near. 

“Let go for me, angel,” He said sweetly before returning to his ministrations, sucking on her skin as her body began to quake underneath his touch. Her hips bucked into his face as she came undone, her core quivering and writhing against him as she flooded his mouth with her taste and heat. Her hold on his brunette locks tightened as the ecstasy subsided, pulling him up her body to join his lips with hers and lap at the tangy taste of her release still loitering on his tongue. 

She felt his hardened cock push into the inside of her thigh, a moan leaving her opened mouth against his lips. He rutted his hips into hers again, the blunt head slipping through her moistened folds and enticing a rumbling growl from his vocal chords. 

“Make love to me, Ville,” She whispered breathlessly, her own hips rising to meet his as his hands tangled into her hair. 

He pushed into her slowly, filling her inch by inch and stretching her to completion. He growled again as he sunk all the way inside, the deep seeded thunderstorm of his feelings pulling a sob from his chest. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she pulled him to her sharply, a loud, long, crying wail leaving her as he stilled inside of her, embracing the warmth and and tightness of being as close to her as he always had wanted to be. 

His strokes were languid and smooth when he finally started moving, the drag of his cock against her walls driving him absolutely mad. He grunted out obscenities in both Finnish and English as he enveloped her, her scent and voice and heat sending pinpricks of painful love through his heart and bloodstream. 

“Fuck, Ville,” She gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed against her deepest parts, another gutteral cry leaving her as her back arched from the sheets and ground against him, bringing a smirk to play on his face as he watched her. 

“God, Kuolema,” He snarled as he felt her walls tightening around him, rolling them over to where she was on top. He kissed her swollen lips before she raised to sit up straight, her hand moving from his hair to his chest for leverage as she let herself rise and fall over him. She rocked her hips back and forth as his own palms kneaded the flesh of her breasts, her eyes closing as another coil in her abdomen began to tighten. 

She moaned his name, the sound of it rolling off her tongue like a prayer to a god he was unaware of. Her nails dug into his skin as her movements quickened, the need for more spurring her on. Her voice left her in short, sharp pitches and gasps as his hands found her waist, his hips pumping into hers at a rapidly quickening pace. 

He rolled them over again and braced his hands on either side of her head, her legs spread wide for him and her nails raking down his back. All sense of rhythm and patience left the both of them as they became frantic, his face burrowing into her neck as his teeth found her pulse point. She gave a final cry of pleasure as the pain of the bite took hold, her body constricting around him as he soothed the wound with his tongue. With a final pump of his hips he found his own explosion, another sob wracking his chest as he filled her. He collapsed on top of her, both of their bodies slick with sweat as they caught their breath with sweet and lazy kisses. He looked into her pretty cerulean irises and smiled shyly as she swept a curl out of his eye, her own small grin gracing her beautiful face. 

“Rakastan sinua, minun enkeli,” He whispered softly before kissing her again and removing himself from her body, snorting at the whimper of loss she received from him. He curled his long limbs around her, though, nuzzling deep into her hair before they both drifted off to sleep. His definition of Heaven being right where he was- in her arms.

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