Page 56 of Fall Into Me

Fane’s eyes dragged down my body again, and I felt the path of his gaze as if it were the pads of his fingers. The flat expanse of his tongue. A shiver racked through me.

“Fane.” A plea, a prayer, a question all in one.

I finally dropped my eyes, enthralled with the way my hand looked wrapped around him. Entirely enamored by the way his stomach muscles were shifting. Clenching and unclenching, like the restraint he was showing didn’t come as easily as he was putting on. Like I was driving him as insane as he was driving me.

Fane reached for the hem of my dress where it settled just above my knees. His eyes locked at the juncture of my thighs as he slowly,torturously,lifted up the material inch by inch until I was exposed to him fully.

The sound that escaped him was a mixture of pain and pleasure. I was too focused on the way he looked to be concerned about anything else. The flush in his cheeks, the swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip.

The trail of his fingers along my inner thigh sent a jolt through me, making my pussy clench around nothing at all, making my legs spread wider on reflex.

Fane’s eyes darted to my face. “Dirty girl,” he breathed before sinking two fingers deep into me.

The intrusion had been so unexpected I released my hold on his cock, my hands fumbling for the edge of the counter with a white-knuckled grip. A yelp of surprise echoed around the empty apartment, ringing in my ears while he pumped two long fingers in and out of me, using the same torturous pace I’d been using on him.

The moment his thumb brushed over my swollen clit I was already toppling over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through me, Fane’s fingers never changing their steady pace, drawing out my orgasm until it was too much. Until my hand wrapped around his wrist to stop him.

“Fane.” I was pretty sure I slurred his name. “Please.”

“Please, what?” Through the haze of my fading release, I could see how clear his eyes looked. The violet in them looked electric. Enraptured. He looked spellbound.

“Fuck me.” I wasn’t remotely self-conscious of the neediness of my own voice. The strength of it. The moment Fane Mackenzie touched me, I didn’t even know myself. Someone strong-willed, steady in her own right. The only thing Ididknow was that if he didn’t keep touching me, if I didn’t feel him the way I needed to, then I would absolutely die.

The smile he gave me was knowing because he was all too aware of what he did to me, and he loved it.

I watched him wrap his large hand around his cock, pumping it twice before squeezing the base. “Are you going to watch, Rose?” he asked at the very same moment he ran the head of his cock along the seam of my pussy.

He stopped abruptly and my eyes shot open. “Lift your arms up, baby,” he said, his voice gentle and warm. It had surprised me at first the way he could be soft and rough with me, all at once.

I lifted my arms, and Fane lifted my dress up and over my head so that I was completely naked before him. Lowering his head, he took one peaked nipple between his teeth, biting with just enough pressure to make me groan before tracing the tip of his tongue up the valley of my breasts all the way back to my mouth. He gripped my throat with his free hand, kissing me brutally, all tongue and teeth.

“Perfect,” he said against my lips before pulling back and notching the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Watch, Calista,” he said between gritted teeth, pushing into me slowly. And because I couldn’t resist him, I looked down.

“Oh,fuck,” I choked out. It didn’t matter how many times I’d done exactly this, it never gotlesshot.

“Do you see how fucking perfect you are for me?” he rasped. I chanced a quick look at his face, but he was solely focused on the way he was pushing into me. “FuckingChrist.”

“F-Fane.” I could have thought his name or said it out loud, I really had no idea.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, mesmerized. “Mine. How the fuck are youmine?”

Fane pushed right into the hilt, pausing the way he always did while I adjusted to the size of him. I watched him lift one hand from my thigh, dragging it up my stomach and across my heaving chest and up to my throat until the two fingers he’d had inside me were pushing at the seam of my mouth.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

And I did. Fane pushed his fingers flat against my tongue, so far back I gagged. The sound pulled at the corner of his mouth a little, and with a wicked glint in his eyes, he started to move.

There was no slow and soft. Only his digits in my mouth kept me steady while I watched him push into me again and again. The slapping of his body meeting mine filled the apartment around us in a cacophony of overlapping noises that made me really hope that the walls between us and our new neighbors were thick enough for them not to have this moment be their introduction to us.

Fane pulled his fingers from my mouth while his hand left a trail of my own saliva down my neck to where he pushed softly on my chest, urging me to lie back on the counter.

There was nothing but the sound of us coming together. Over and over, mixed with the sound of my arousal.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, Rose,” Fane said, his hand dragging from the center of my chest down, putting pressure just below my belly button. “So perfectly tight.”

I whimpered his name, my eyes starting to roll at the budding pressure of another orgasm that pulsed at the bottom of my spine. “Fane, I—”

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