Page 127 of When The Night Falls

‘Mm, yes,’ I said, high-pitched, and curled my fingers in his hair. I dragged his mouth toward mine, and this time, he allowed it. He pushed his finger deeply into me then, making me groan into his mouth. It felt so good.

Using the thumb of his other hand, he rubbed my clit. The sensation rippled up my spine and made my head jerk backward. He seemed determined to make me come with nothing but his hands, and I marvelled at the idea of it. No man had ever managed to make me come this way before, but William was well on his way to becoming the first.

Adding another finger, he thrust them in and out of me, and he focused his point of impact on my front wall. Meanwhile, the thumb of his other hand continued to rub me.

My lips parted and my eyes grew wide. Whoa. This was nothing short of delicious.

The tension rallied in the pit of my belly. Growing larger and larger, it expanded until every muscle of my body tensed.

‘Shit,’ I breathed out.

I chewed on my lower lip, grimacing. Heat spread across my skin, burning. Everything was so hot. My heart accelerated with the speed of his fingers, my breathing growing louder, harder, ragged. The background faded. All I noticed was him.

His thumb struck my clit with perfect precision then.

I moaned, my eyes squeezing shut. Applying more pressure, he continued to rub my throbbing bud, making my thoughts scatter into dizzy elation. Inside me, his strong fingers kept stroking that susceptible spot.

‘Will,’ I wailed. Responding, he thrust his fingers harder into me. I gasped, my walls clenching around his digits. Shivers bolted through my system while my toes curled in my heels.

Oh no.

‘Fuck!’ I cried, hitting the peak. The dam inside me crumbled and a warm torrent of pure liberation flooded my body.

As I convulsed away from the wall, he rushed to cage me in his arms. Whether he remembered my tendencies was lost on me, but it was entirely plausible. I always quivered when I came, and he had experienced that first-hand before.

Finally, I went limp, drifting away on the blissful orgasm that stormed through my body. William’s intoxicating scent filled my nose as I recovered against him. When I found the strength to lift my head again, he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against mine.

I couldn’t see much, but I could make out the vague silhouette of his hand as he raised it to his face.

‘What an appetiser, Cara,’ he said then, and I realised he was licking his fingers clean.

Lost for words, I stared at him through the dark. He was so fucking erotic.

He took my hand with his other one. Moving next to my ear, he said, ‘About time we leave this place, don’t you think?’

‘Y-yeah.’

He leaned away and turned his head, probably scanning the crowd. When he looked back, he said, ‘I need to find Andy first, though.’

21 | sweet dreams

William pulled out a stool at the bar. ‘Stay here,’ he said, pointing at it. ‘I’ll come back for you as soon as I’ve found Andy.’

I hopped up on it and nodded. ‘Okay.’

He leaned down and kissed me, making my chest flutter. It felt so strange to be lavished with kisses from him. Smiling, he pulled away and then looked at the bartender, summoning her attention.

‘Give her a bottle of water, please,’ he said, jerking his head in my direction, and reached into his pocket. He withdrew his wallet and left a tenner on the counter. ‘Keep the change.’ He turned, gave me a smiling look, and then left.

As I gazed after him, I sensed that I was starting to sober up. The gravity of what I had done with him was slowly beginning to dawn on me, but I wasn’t ready to face up to it yet. I wanted the blissful ignorance to last just a little longer. Tomorrow, I would take accountability and weather the storm caused by my actions, but for now, I wanted to exist without thoughts, only feelings.

Turning, I said to the bartender, ‘Could you give me three shots of tequila as well, please?’ I opened my purse.

‘Of course, love.’ She smiled.

I necked them one after the other, feeling the heat slide down my throat and numb my panic.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there when William came back alone, but somehow it felt like ages that had been wrapped up in mere minutes – a sign that I was drunk.

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