Page 52 of The Fall

Once we get to my bedroom, he sets me down on the bed and silently walks over to the door, closing it gently.

I get to my knees and unfasten the robe, quickly sliding out of it and throwing it to the floor. He takes in my lingerie, his erection prominently outlined in his pants.

My bedside lamp is the only illumination in the room as he walks over and puts a knee on the bed, bending to whisper in my ear.

“I won’t be able to control myself if I get in this bed with you. I’m gonna do something else, and you’re gonna stay completely quiet. Got me?”

I nod, butterflies taking flight in my stomach. He moves from the bed, then takes my hips and moves me to the edge of the bed. When he gets on his knees, I instinctively press my knees together, wanting what’s coming but nervous at the same time.

He hooks his fingers around the sides of my black bikini underwear, sliding the fabric down my thighs, over my knees, to my ankles. Then he takes my hand and helps me stand up. When he pulls the chemise off over my head, I want to cover myself, but there’s nothing to use.

He puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes my hips into his. I feel his rock-hard erection against my lower belly and my lips part.

He feathers kisses over my jawline, keeping his hand on my back.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says in my ear. “Lie back and let me take care of you.”

He releases his hold on my back and I immediately miss the close contact. Then he puts his hands on my shoulders, easing me back to a sitting position.

I lie back, shaking slightly. I’ve never let myself be so exposed to a man, but I don’t want this to stop. He kisses my inner thighs softly, the backs of his fingers grazing over my stomach and moving higher until they brush over my nipple.

Quiet. I have to stay quiet. But it’s hard when I haven’t been touched by a man in so long--and never like this. Never as if touching me is the prize.

He kisses his way up one inner thigh, his warm breath on my skin giving me goose bumps. Meanwhile, his hand is teasing my nipples. I have to put a hand over my mouth to hold in my moans.

Then he moves to my other leg, kissing his way down my inner thigh to my knee, and slowly back up again. It feels like a blissful eternity. I’m already wound tight when he gently runs the tip of his tongue up my slit and back down again.

I move my hand away just long enough to breathe out and in again, my fingers tugging at his hair.

Time stops as he slides his tongue inside me. He moves one of my heels to his shoulder so I’m pressing against him and allowing him greater access.

He licks and sucks my folds, teasing me until I’m so close to coming and then moving back to my inner thigh. He doesn’t know that I’ve never come this way. No man has ever taken the time to make it happen.

It’s intense, having him wind me up like a doll he has complete control of. He knows just how much pressure to use, exactly how fast or slow to go to get me closer and closer--right on the edge.

I’m moving my hips, grinding against his face in a desperate attempt to finish, but it’s no use. He gets to decide when it happens. It’s so unbelievably hot. In the past, I’ve had to get myself off during sex, usually by getting on top.

But Rowan is in full control here. When a whimper accidentally escapes me, he hums against my clit with satisfaction. He doesn’t move his mouth away this time. Instead, he uses his tongue to bring me up to the peak and then, finally, blissfully over it.

My back arches off the bed and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to stay quiet as I come harder than I thought possible. All the times he got me close and then backed off have built me up to a frenzy.

It lasts and lasts, his expert mouth not quitting until I sink back to the bed, sated.

He wipes a hand down his face and stands up, grinning. I just smile, unable to form words.

Putting a knee on the bed, he leans back down to whisper in my ear.

“That was a goodnight kiss. You’ll get one every night I’m here. Sleep well.”

With a quick, soft kiss to my lips, he leaves, never looking back.

I stay like that for a few minutes, smiling up at the ceiling.

That. Was. Incredible. But also, I think Rowan just ruined all other men for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Cam

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