Page 63 of Free Fall

“I think I’ve jacked off to that more than anything else,” I told her, not even caring that it could ruin the heaviness of the moment. It was true. And she didn’t seem pissed to hear it.

“Me too,” she murmured, smirking. “Well, jacked off might be the wrong turn of phrase, but I’ve for sure burned out a few toys thinking about you—”

She squeaked when I crossed the room in a flash and held her by her jaw, tilting her head up in a way that was so natural. Her body stayed relaxed as she let me do what I wanted. As always. She never resisted me, not really. Even now. Like in the car outside the club, as soon as I demanded entry in her pussy, she spread her legs. Her eyes were alight with it, this pull between us.

“Have you fucked anyone else? Anyone that Cole doesn’t know about?” I asked, my voice almost a fucking growl.

A flash of anger crossed her gaze, but whatever she’d thought of, she let it go. “No,” she said, tone firm. “Many toys, some quite… interesting ones. But no. No actual person attached to the dicks. Only silicon. And one that was glass.”

I kissed her jaw, on both sides, moving her head for better access.

“You have to answer the same question, Luca,” she demanded. “Don’t think you’re getting away with not sharing.”

“Only you,” I whispered in her ear. “The last person who I was buried deep in was you, when I sucked your tits of milk and came inside you so hard I think I blacked out. That was the last time.”

She sighed, slumping into me. I dropped my hand and caught her, and we hugged. I realized with a stark reality that I don’t think we’d ever done something so simple. Back then, it had always been so hurried and rough, the tender moments brief. Even in Hawaii, when we spent that first full night together in the pit of a motel, when we slept curled up, things had been so fraught, and we’d been hiding from our families. No more.

Zelda cried against my chest, clawing at my shirt to get me as close as possible, yanking and pulling and stretching the fabric. Her sobs were gentle as I cradled her to me, and my eyes fell shut to soak it in for as long as I could.

“Zel,” I murmured, stroking her hair. “Look at me for a moment.”

She shook her head and mumbled something into my shirt.

“Come on, beautiful, look up.” I needed her to. What was about to bubble the fuck out of me demanded an audience. When she peered up, her eyes red and her cheeks blotchy, I was hooked forever. How I hadn’t seen it from the moment she wandered into that maze, from the second I caught her… it was laughable that I’d wasted so much time fooling myself. “I don’t know how I’ve gone so long without telling you I love you, but I do, I love you. I’m so deeply madly fucking in love with you I feel like the biggest ass to exist for not realizing it sooner.”

Her eyes widened, still wet with tears, but her face turned from distraught to something else. Overwhelmed, maybe? Like she was going to explode, sure.

“Oh my god, Luca,” she said, her voice breaking. “When I fell for you back before everything blew up, I thought I was crazy. I’ve been in love with you since then, too, trying to push it away. Looking at our son every day and fighting off the pain because I’d run, and you didn’t follow.” She burrowed her face into me again, and this time I let us drop to the hard floor, scooping her onto my lap. “I felt immature, idiotic, over my head. Fooled myself, really. Had to, for Leo’s sake.” She sat up, shook her head, wiped her eyes, and stared at me.

“I haven’t become a good man, Zel.” I needed her to know. She was still the object of my desire, but it could be open now. Just because we no longer had to sneak around, it didn’t fix the deviance inside me like magic. “I’ve basically fucking stalked you for three years, used my son to get insider information, to get close to you and Leo without you even realizing. I’ve been in your house. Sat on your bed. Read Leo a story at bed time — before he was old enough to tell you.” I took a deep breath. “It’s been harder now that he’s talking.”

She looked heartbroken, but remained on my lap. Instead, she twisted so her legs straddled over mine, and she threw her arms around my shoulders. “I’m going to murder Cole,” she whispered, her voice cold. “I’m kill him for his deception. But you didn’t deceive me. You didn’t lie. The whole time you weren’t there, I found it strange. Out of character, not the Luca I knew.” Her brows knitted together. “Despite the fucked up way you did it, I can see it was from a place of care. I took your son.”

“You tookyou,” I interjected.

She conceded with a nod of her head. “I should have known you’d be doing something like that. And maybe I did, maybe that’s why I waited so long.”

“I needed to be ready for you, Zel,” I told her, humming when she kissed my lips, just a soft peck. “I had plans. You clouded my vision and made me lose any sense of decency. Especially pregnant.” I dropped a hand to her stomach. “I can’t wait to make you pregnant again.”

“Slow your roll, hot stuff,” Zelly laughed. “I haven’t agreed to anything yet.”

“Yes you have.” I kissed her this time, and there was nothing chaste about it. I drove my tongue into her mouth and let her bite down on it, suck on it. We slipped into filth so fast. My hand roamed down to her ass as she released my tongue and met it with hers. “You’ve already agreed to everything, my puppet, because you’re here. You love me.”

“Fuck,” she said, pulling away for a moment. “How ridiculous.”

Thirty Four

Zelda

Wedidn’tspeakafterthat, our words all spent, our minds exhausted. Hearing those words, his declarations of love and dedication, hadn’t thrown me through as much of a loop as it should have. It was obvious, really. His obsession had to be from something resembling love. A life of us together was too difficult a thing for it to not come from such an intense emotion.

Our bodies tightly wound, his erection hot and digging into my thigh, strained against his pants. I shifted. He grunted and groaned, lifting me and spinning us so I was underneath him, splayed out on the cold floor. His body between my legs was so damnright.It was where he belonged, with my thighs around his waist, the front of our bodies meeting and pressing against the other.

He brought his mouth to mine, kissing me thoroughly, letting our teeth clack together with a moan at the back of his throat. I sighed when our tongues met, enjoying falling under his whims as he grabbed my wrists and yanked my arms over my head. My tits pressed up as my spine curved, and the piercings on my nipples squashed into his chest.

Having him like this again made me vibrant with pleasure, made my limbs hum with the pounding of my heart. I ground my crotch against his, my hips lifting from the floor, seeking anything and everything his body could give me.

He growled, then yanked himself away, looking down at me as he pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it over his shoulder without a glance. “Lift,” he demanded, curling his fingers around the waistband of my leggings. He wrestled them off me, making me laugh and giggle when he had to peel my ankles and feet free, and he tickled at the sensitive skin.

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