Page 109 of Fall Into Me

He gripped himself in one hand, running his swollen tip along the seam of my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.

“So wet for me,” he hummed quietly. “Always such a good girl, aren’t you, Rosie?”

His eyes flicked to mine just as I started to feel him push into me, stretching me wide until I was sure I’d never been so full in my life. Until my fingers that were clawing at the sheets did nothing to keep me grounded, and I was having an out of fucking body experience.

“So fucking perfect,” Fane gritted out between his clenched teeth. “Look at you. Taking me so well.”

His words wrapped around me, soothing the slight sting of being stretched to accommodate him, helping my body start to relax. The moment my muscles softened, Fane gave my hips a firm pull, sheathing himself inside me fully, his body folding over mine and capturing my cry with his mouth.

When he started to move, it was safe to say I short circuited.

Everywhere he touched me was too much, too sensitive. The feel of his cock, sliding all the way out of me, slow and torturous, until he slammed back in, hitting so deep I felt it in my chest.

I felt incredible. The pain and tenderness of my body from before were completely gone, healed and whole after being covered in the blazing rays of sun that came directly from Fane.

“More,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his biceps.

He shook his head. Face set with determination, one hand holding my hip so tight I knew there would be marks left behind.

“Please,” I sobbed. “Give me more.”

With a guttural growl of defeat, of finally giving in, Fane pulled out of me. He flipped me over and thrust back inside before I even had time to take a breath.

“Hold the headboard.” He spoke next to my ear, voice rough and thick and sounding every bit as intoxicated as I felt. “And remember that you asked for this.”

I did exactly what he asked. My yelp of surprise earned a throaty chuckle from him when the palm of his hand made contact with my ass.

The pace he set was hard and fast, and all I could do was focus on my grip on the frame of the bed, my knuckles turning white at the effort of holding on.

My head was spinning at the onslaught of pleasure I didn’t even think I was capable of feeling, at withstanding. The smack of his body meeting mine was all that surrounded us, mixed in only with the mumbled praises he gave me.

“So fucking tight. You’re perfect.”

“You’re dripping, baby. Down your thighs, I can see it.”

“Heaven.”

He was everywhere. All around me. Fusing once again to those parts of me he’d settled in before. That he’d ripped away, leaving wounds that never healed.

“Fane, I’m…oh, god.” I tried to turn to look at him, but his chest pressed against my back, and one of his hands dragged down my stomach, brushing over my clit.

His fingers started to move. Firm, sure strokes across the bundle of nerves. When my release barreled into me, I pulled a hand from the headboard, latching onto his forearm, my nails digging in as my mouth opened on a silent scream.

Then he was saying my name, repeating it like a prayer. Pumping into me slowly until he eventually stopped completely and withdrew inch by aching inch.

I was frozen in place, my muscles locked and my hand aching from the hold I still had on the bed frame.

I could feel Fane’s cum leaking down my leg, the mental visual it gave me making my body shiver in delight, loosening my limbs enough that my hand finally dropped its hold and my face unceremoniously hit the pillow.

Fane still had a hold on my hip, keeping my ass in the air.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,” he hummed, placing a kiss over the stinging skin that he spanked before I felt two fingers drag up my inner thigh, collecting his release a moment before he pushed it back inside of me. I moaned, my pussy clenching around the intrusion of his fingers.

“Perfect,” he murmured, the word flooded with satisfaction. He released his hold on me and gently lowered my body to the bed before curling himself behind me. He pulled a blanket up from the end of the bed to cover us, and settled an arm around my waist, shifting his other under my head.

My eyes were already closed, and I was sure I thanked him for absolutely wrecking me, in those exact words, if his hoarse laugh was anything to go by. I felt it move through me when he placed a kiss just behind my ear and again on my shoulder.

When I felt him take in a deep breath, he started to hum.

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