My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 12

Raymond know Valentina was still a virgin, that has always been the way he had always seen her, and he wasn’t surprised about now.

However this time something was different in Valentina, and he hadn’t been able to point it out.

But soon he will figure it out.

Then he moved with deliberate slowness, his crimson eyes never leaving Valentina’s glowing blue ones. His grip on her waist was firm yet careful, his movements calculated to ease her into the moment. But as he pushed in deeper, a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her body tensing beneath him.

At that moment She clenched her fingers into the sheets, her breathing unsteady as the unfamiliar stretch sent a wave of pain through her. Her glowing eyes glistened with unshed tears, but she didn’t pull away.

Raymond stilled, his forehead pressing against hers, his voice gentle yet strained. "Do you want me to stop?"

Immediately Valentina’s heart pounded, her mind battling the discomfort, but there was no hesitation when she whispered, "No."

She has always been the type want wanted her husband to have a virginity, and she’s happy to be giving it to Raymond.

At that moment Raymond exhaled deeply, his hands moving to frame her face.

"Tell me if it’s too much," he murmured before resuming his movements.

The initial pain lingered, but as he continued—slow, patient, allowing her body to adjust—something shifted. The discomfort dulled, morphing into something new, something warm that spread through her like a rising tide.

Her breath hitched, her body responding instinctively. A soft moan slipped from her lips, and she whispered his name, her voice barely above a breath.

Hearing it sent a shudder through Raymond. His control wavered, the intensity of the moment pushing against the restraints he had placed on himself. He felt his movements pick up slightly, faster than intended, the instincts of his hidden nature creeping in.

At that moment Valentina gasped at the sudden shift, her fingers tightening around his shoulders. The unexpected pleasure rippled through her, overwhelming and consuming.

Then Raymond caught himself, realizing the speed at which he had moved. He immediately slowed, his lips brushing against her forehead. "Should I go slower?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

She clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his back.

"Yes," she whispered against his skin, her breath shaky but certain.

Immediately Raymond nodded, his grip tightening around her as he moved slowly again, his pace controlled, measured. Yet each movement sent another wave of pleasure crashing over Valentina. Her moans deepened, her fingers curling into the sheets as her body surrendered to the sensation.

Raymond’s lips found hers in a deep, urgent kiss. His other hand slid down to her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, his fingers pressing into her soft skin. "I’ve missed you," he murmured between kisses, his voice raw, filled with something deeper than desire.

However Valentina could barely respond, her senses drowning in the overwhelming pleasure.

The way his hands gripped her, the way his lips moved against hers, the way his body pressed against her own—it was too much and not enough all at once.

His touch moved lower, gripping her ass tightly, pulling her into each movement with an intensity that sent electricity through her veins. She gasped, her moans growing louder, her body arching beneath him.

Raymond’s lips trailed down her neck, his hands sliding up her body, finding the curve of her breasts as he continued his slow, deliberate pace.

Valentina’s fingers twisted into the sheets, her mind unable to process the sheer pleasure coursing through her. She had never known anything like this—never imagined it could feel like this.

At that moment Raymond’s grip tightened as he whispered against her skin, his voice dark and possessive.

"You’re mine, Valentina."

**

It was the next day.

the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden hue across the spacious bedroom. Valentina lay beneath the silk sheets, her breathing steady, her expression peaceful. Last night had been unlike anything she had ever experienced, a world of sensation and emotion that had left her utterly drained. Her body still hummed with warmth, her mind floating between sleep and wakefulness.

Raymond, seated on his office chair, his thoughts was still on last night before turning his attention back to the tablet in his hands.

For the first time in days, he had the chance to go through his pending work. His fingers swiped across the screen, approving and reviewing documents, filtering out the ones that required deeper attention.

Yet, despite his focus, his thoughts kept drifting back to Valentina.

It had been seven days since she had entered his home, seven days of watching over her, caring for her, protecting her.

And though he had spent almost every waking moment with her, it still didn’t feel like enough. He missed her, even now, as she lay just a few feet away.

At that moment Valentina came out from the bathroom.

Stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her damp hair, her skin glowing with warmth.

She moved to her wardrobe, humming softly to herself, but the moment she opened it, her expression darkened. A deep frown creased her forehead as she rummaged through the clothes hanging inside.

At that moment her fingers gripped on of the fabric of her dresses.

Her old clothes, she normally ran to.

The ones she used to wear when she still bore the scars.

Long, heavy garments designed to cover every inch of her body, to hide what she once was.

But she wasn’t that person anymore.

Raymond had healed her, given her back the beauty she had thought was lost forever. And now, standing there with her flawless skin and breathtaking radiance, she realized she couldn’t wear those clothes again.

Frustration built in her chest as she shut the wardrobe with a firm push, her arms crossing over her chest. She needed new clothes—clothes that fit who she was now, not who she had been.

She needs something new.