Page 106 of Fall Into Me

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

“Well, I’ve never tried to do it after you were in a car accident.”

I reached up to grab his hands. The moment I covered them with my own, his shaking stopped. “I’m not going to shatter, and if something hurts, I will tell you. Now kiss me or I’ll—”

I didn’t get to finish that sentence, and I’d never been so glad to be interrupted.

Fane’s hands slid around me, pulling me into him gently. His movements were slow, measured, and careful, but his grip on me was ironclad.

The way he kissed me was soft. The way his tongue dragged across my bottom lip was tentative while he explored the way I tasted all over again.

I wanted so much more from him than what he was giving me, but with every soft touch, every kiss he left on the corner of my mouth—my eyelids, my cheeks—I was losing myself.

No.Findingmyself.

Fane dragged open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. The hand that had settled at the nape of my neck was strong, moving my head slowly to give himself better access while also making sure it was supported.

Every touch made me feel lighter than I had been the second before. Every swipe of his tongue against my heated skin was like a burst of light behind my closed eyes, littering my pitch-black sky with stars.

So many I was losing count.

So many that when they started to fall, I used every single one to attach a wish to until I had none left, and I was right back where I started, in the only place I wanted to be.

“God, I missed you.” Fane pushed the words into the skin of my throat. Into the spot just behind my ear that made my entire body erupt into goose bumps. When his mouth finally kissed me again, every part of the remaining walls around us crumbled until it was just him and me.

My fingers pressed against the warm skin under his shirt, and my whole body shivered, like I was shaking off snow that had settled over me during the longest winter of my life.

It was intoxicating—the feel of his skin—but using my hands wasn’t enough. I wanted him pressed against me, with nothing between us. No space, clothes, or fucking misunderstandings.

None of it.

“Fane,” I rasped in the space between kisses, and just the sight of him made my knees shake. Eyes hooded, hair mussed, lips swollen. “I need more.”

“You’ll—”

“Tell you if anything is too much,” I whispered against his lips and held his gaze when I slowly started to sink to my knees.

The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful. Adored. He told me once that his whole world started and ended with me and for the first time in a long time, I believed him.

“You don’t—” he rasped, cutting himself off with a shake of his head.

“I can stop.” I looked up at him, an eyebrow raised with my hand frozen on his zipper. That definitely shut him up.

The smirk on my face melted away the moment I reached a hand into his briefs and freed his cock.

A rush of air left Fane’s lungs, and a large, broad hand settled on the back of my head. That single touch sent my pulse thrumming. Making the heartbeat that settled at the apex of my thighs throb and my pussy clench around nothing. Aching.

My mouth started to water the longer I looked at him. Long and thick and heavy. I wrapped my hand around his base, squeezing once before gliding my hand up and down. Fane’s hips shot forward, a string of expletives falling from his mouth, and I met his hooded, sparkling eyes with mine as I dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock until I reached the head, taking my time trailing my tongue through his slit and tasting the drop of pre-cum.

“Holy fuck,Cali.”

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked hard, hollowing my cheeks, before easing the rest of him past my lips. His eyes were transfixed on the way he disappeared into my mouth—inch by inch—until he hit the back of my throat,and I was breathing through my nose. I swallowed, desperate to take him even further, moaning at the sounds pouring out of him when I reached up and wrapped a hand around what wouldn’t fit.

I took my time tasting him.

Until he couldn’t help himself, and his hips started to move.

The grip he had on my hair tightened, the strands pulling with the perfect amount of pain and I released my hold on his cock, moving around to cup his balls, reveling at the choked inhale he made.

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