Page 61 of When the Living Fall

“I only want to protect the ones I care about, Emily. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“You already do that, and so much more.”

His eyes flutter closed, and he leans into my touch like it’s a balm. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Dropping my hand from his face, I swing one leg over his hips and straddle his waist. His eyes shoot open, and his hands rest on my hips before I lean down to kiss him again. He’s instantly hard for me. “Yeah, I know. So, are we going to make up or what?”

His eyes darken with lust. “What about all the people out there?”

My lips brush against his when I respond. “We can try to be quiet, but I really don’t care if they hear us. Besides, I kind of want everyone to know that you’re mine, and mine alone,” I whisper, then lift his shirt off his body.

My hands fall against his strong chest and trail along the planes of his abs to the fading redness of his wound. I’m sorelieved to see it healing. It’s amazing what having proper supplies can do.

His hips thrust against me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I think I do…”

His fingertips dig into my hips with a raw possessiveness, even as he looks up at me with something raw in his eyes. A smile tugs at my lips, and he slides his hands under my shirt, fingers tracing a line up my spine before slipping around to squeeze my breasts until he finally unbuttons my jeans. Together, we have a hell of a time sliding them down my legs and dropping them to the ground, and then getting rid of his next.

His hands find my hips again, squeezing with a hunger that matches my own. With his chest bare to me, I let my fingers graze over the taut muscles. His lips find mine, urgent yet reverent.

“Do you know how many times I wanted to kiss you but didn’t?” He mutters against my skin, breath warm at my collarbone. “I’ve lost track of how many times.”

“Why didn’t you?” I breathe out, pressing him down against the blankets. My fingers map out the hard lines of his strong, broad chest before I kiss a path downward.

He pauses, his voice thick with emotion, breathing heavy. “You were so perfect. I didn’t want to taint you.”

The sincerity in his words catches me off guard. I let my response be in the touch of my hands, in the way I kiss him, in every press of my lips, letting him know how he’s wrong, oh so very wrong. I continue proving him wrong by sucking his dick into my mouth. He reaches down and tangles his fingers in my hair. “Emily,” he gasps.

I can’t respond on account of dick mouth, but I use my tongue and humming to bring him to the edge. His breathing picks up and his abs contract. What a beautiful view.

He’s about to soar over the edge until he ruins it by tugging my hair until he pops out of my mouth. “Not like this. I need you—here,” he whispers, pulling me up his body until I’m positioned directly over him. One hand falls to my hips while the other rests along my jawline, holding my gaze to his. “Like this,” he whispers more quietly, helping to guide me.

I let out a whimper, and he pauses. “Emily, we don’t have to?—”

“No, I want to.” With one palm pressing against his shoulder and my other hand clasping around his forearm of the hand that’s touching my face, I continue sinking down onto him until he’s filling me completely. I let out a small whine.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” His eyes are soft and caring. No one has ever looked at me that way before until I met them.

“Well, I want you to. In this way, I mean,” I rush to add on the part at the end. He’s so caring, so concerned for me.

“You’re perfect. It’s like you were fucking made for me,” he breathes out and rolls his hips.

A gasp slips from me, and he flips us in one smooth motion, his lips catching my whimper with a kiss, his hands keeping me anchored beneath him as we fall into each other, our bodies communicating more than words ever could.

My hair fans out around me. Our bodies mold together, moving in a smooth rhythm that drives me wild.

“You’re everything, Emily,” he breathes, his voice breaking.

“You’re a good man, Griffin,” I say, my words a soft plea. It’s the truth I need him to know, because he’s so much more incredible than he realizes, and I’m willing to make it my personal mission to remind him of that as much as possible.

I want so badly to devour his mouth, but we sweet talk each other, healing our internal wounds with our words andour bodies. When my voice rises with the release, he places a soft hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.

His lips tease a line down my neck and across my collarbone, kissing their way to my nipples until I’m squeezing his cock so hard that he explodes, biting my shoulder as he rides out the orgasm.

Stars fill my vision. We hold on to each other through wave after wave.

In the tranquil silence after, we remain wrapped around each other, his breath warm against my shoulder while I lay halfway on his chest. His fingers are light when they stroke up and down my back and I drift off.

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