Page 35 of Don't Let Go

More, I was adoring the vivid blue eyes that demanded your attention.

“It’s beautiful,” I continued, tracing my fingers over the illustration of rippling fur. The watercolor effect made it look like the tattoo had been splashed on. “Artistic and yet alive… I love it.”

“I’m glad.” His husky voice washed over me. “If I promise to tell you the story behind it later, can I go back to touching you?”

The wry note in the teasing pulled my attention back to him and heat flushed my face. “I didn’t know you had a tattoo,” I said by way of apology.

“Noted,” he said in a low murmur. “I promise to bring you fully up to speed.” Then his lips were on mine and my sudden preoccupation with his tattoo drowned in a wash of need. His hands were everywhere. He cupped a breast, teased my nipple, then stroked over a hip and lifted me until he was more firmly cradled between my legs.

The denim of his jeans rasped against my skin and left me shuddering. Another light bump and the fabric grazed over my clit, the friction too much and not enough at the same time. Then he mouthed another kiss to my jaw as I forgot how to think.

Somehow, we got the rest of his clothes off. As hungry as I was to see him, he drowned me in so much sensation that all I could do was dig in and hold on. The first nudge of his cock had me going stiff and he stilled. The bite of his fingers digging into my ass grounded me.

“Open your eyes, Fallon.” The rough command demanded all my attention. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes. Staring up at him, I shivered as the chill left me. “It’s me…”

I flexed my hand on his shoulder and then forced my trembling fingers to move his face. The rasp of his stubble scraped at my palms. His kisses had marked up my face, thewarmth of it served as another reminder of where I was and who I was with.

“Do you need me to stop?” The heavy growl underscoring the words held no judgment. I didn’t mistake his need for anything else. The heavy weight of his cock pressed against my cunt, the tip barely inside of me. Intimately aware of him, I shivered again. They came in waves, trailing over me until goosebumps covered me.

I searched his eyes, the raw desire in them. The fatness of his pupils filled me with a kind of primitive delight. Madness invaded his blood every bit as much as it did mine. Yet, he held himself impossibly still. He wouldn’t push deeper until I asked him for it. I ached for him on so many levels and at the same time, fear eddied out to tumble against the need in me. The resulting choppier sensations left me uncertain.

“No,” I said slowly. “Fuck me, Justus… I need to feel you.” It was so impossible to explain. The fear, the uncertainty, and the unease did not belong here. Iwantedhim, and these stolen moments. “I want you. Please…”

He searched my eyes. The light around us left nothing in shadows, nothing hidden and then he dipped his head slowly. It was like the world slowed down, or maybe it was him, and he nudged forward. His cock pushed into me as his mouth descended.

The stretch burned in all the best ways. The feel of him was incredible. I wanted to rush him, but his grip didn’t allow me to surge up or to force him to go faster. If anything, it was agony and ecstasy.

His kiss this time was a gift. Slow, almost too gentle, and yet persuasive, he nibbled my lips apart. I damn near sighed as he thrust his tongue and cock in the same moment until he seated himself so deep inside, even as I drowned in the taste of him.

“Only me,” he whispered against my lips and the words had me jerking my eyes wide. Oh, Justus stared down at me, his gaze fixed on mine. It was hypnotic, delightful, and just…

“Justus,” I answered in a shaking voice. Tremors rioted through me and I dug my nails into his shoulder.

“I’m right here,” he said in another rough whisper. “Right here, Fallon. Hold onto me.”

I couldn’t do anything else.

“You with me?” I couldn’t explain the wild feeling rippling through me or why I couldn’t seem to calm down.

“Yes,” I promised him. I scraped my teeth over my lower lip, intimately aware of everywhere we touched. It filled me and left me desperate for more in equal measures. “I don’t even know why I’m shaking. But this feels so good.”

Then Locke did something I wasn’t expecting. He shifted his rhythm, slow, then fast, then slow again. The whole time, he studied me with a tilted head. His hair fell over his forehead in the most adorable way as he studied me. He pulled back and then thrust deep again. This time the bump of his hips to mine rubbed my clit in a way that left me gasping.

“Still good?” I swore there was a devilish gleam in his eyes now.

“Yes,” I said. He gave another thrust, this one a little lighter, then another that seemed to sink deeper. He varied his rhythm until I couldn’t anticipate what he would do next.

My nipples scraped against his chest, it sent fresh waves of pleasure tingling along my nerves and then he rocked his hips and the need jolting through me demanded my attention.

I dug my nails into his back. As short as they’d been left, I needed them to anchor me into the moment. Locke seemed determined to drive me mad. I wanted that madness. Craved it.

His lips were curved into a smile so wicked that I ached to know what thoughts went through his head. Yet each time aquestion tried to form in my mind, he thrust deeper and those thoughts scattered.

There was his body, hot, firm, and filling mine. His scorching gaze seemed to radiate some undefinable emotion and I wanted to drown in them. His lips alternated between wicked smiles and drugging kisses.

Locke rolled onto his back and I found myself above him. My breasts were heavy and his cock was still thick between my legs.

“Ride me,” he ordered and didn’t wait for me to take the advice as he lifted my hips and then sank me down on him again. Oh, fuck…

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