Page 107 of Fall Into Me

“Christ, Calista. You’re doing so fucking good,” he murmured, his other hand dragging a thumb lightly over my cheek in complete and total contrast to the way his hips were picking up speed, the way his hand shifted from my hair to the back of my neck, trying his best to be careful but unable to stop himself from sliding into my mouth. Down my throat.

Another moan vibrated in my chest, pulling him from the haze he’d been in. His movements slowed, his eyes widening with concern. I could see the unspoken question forming on his lips—if I was okay, if I wanted him to stop.

Before he could so much as pull out an inch, I was frantically unbuttoning my jeans. When I managed to slide a finger into my soaking wet folds—when the tip of my finger started to make short, restrained circles over my sensitive clit—my eyes rolled back, and I released another whimpering moan. The vibration of the sound made him thrust down my throat so far that my air supply was cut off completely.

I looked up at him only to be met with the devilish smile on his face. The sight of him like that, looming above me, made my core clench and body shake.

“I’ll move when you come.” His focus flickered between where my lips were wrapped around him and where my hand disappeared into my jeans.

My body racked with a sob that couldn’t escape, with his tightening grip on my hair and that aching need to be filled, the building pressure in my chest making every sensation maddening.

It was seconds before I started to come. My body jolting, throat constricting. Fane hissed through his teeth before he released his hold on me and pulled out of my mouth entirely.

For a heartbeat all we could do was watch each other, chests heaving. With a ringing in my ears so intense, I was honestly impressed I hadn’t just flopped into a pile of open nerve endings on the floor.

Fane’s cock jerked between us, drawing my attention back to him, at the fact that he hadn’t come yet. I reached for him, my own arousal still glistening on my outstretched fingers when he hauled me to my feet, his hand snapping out to encircle my wrist and I watched as he pulled my fingers to his mouth.

Holy fucking Hell.

His tongue swirled over my digits, my knees still way too unsteady for the way the sensation moved through my body. My nipples were budding to impossibly tight peaks, and the slickness between my thighs was so bad that I might never be able to wear these jeans again.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” His voice was rough and commanding, but his arm around me was steady and sure as he lifted me off the ground and carried me across the house.

“Yes,” I breathed, my whole body a pulsing live wire. “Are you going to fuck me now?”

That devilish grin came back in full force as soon as he set me on the bed. “I’m not going to fuck you, Cali,” he murmured, reaching for the hem of my shirt. “I’m going to savor you.”

I lifted my arms above my head, pushing through the pinching in my chest at the motion. Fane pulled the loose cottonoff me, discarding it in a corner of the room and setting his gaze on me.

Every hair on my body seemed to stand on end. We were thunder clouds, electricity bouncing between our bodies, skirting across the surface of my skin. My lips were tingling, the tips of my fingers, my eyelids, my fuckingboneswere rattling at the way he looked at me.

Fane knelt before me, his hands steady as he spread my legs to make room for himself. Without warning, he took one sensitive nipple between his teeth, coaxing a shuddering gasp from me, before he released it with a soft pop.

“You’re not wearing a bra, Calista.”

“They’re…they suck.”

“If I pull these jeans down, are you going to have panties on?” He spoke softly, mouth dragging across my skin until he reached my other nipple, but not before placing one tender kiss on the deep purple bruising that had bloomed over my chest. His movements slowed down at that, his eyes lingering.

“Fane, it doesn’t hurt,” I whispered, and of course, that was a lie. My entire body was aching like I’d just been tossed to the side by a charging bull, but if he stopped now, I was going to lose my ever-loving mind. Every pinch, every ache, it was insignificant. Utterly unimportant in the light of what he was doing to me.

I saw the moment the decision was made in his mind, that he was going to trust me on this, that I’d tell him when it was too much.

It would be too much when I was dead, so there was no chance I was stopping a single thing, especially with the sort of words that were pouring out of his mouth.

“Your cunt, Calista. Is it soaked?”

I nodded my head lightly, and he tutted the way he always did when he was after my words.

“Yes,” I rasped, my hand sinking into the longer hair at the back of his head. “It is.”

“And the panties?” He trailed a finger down the center of my chest, down my stomach, which tensed and released at the light contact of his touch.

“No,” I gasped. “No. None. I have none.”

“Dirty girl,” he chided, lips curving into a wicked grin.

His kiss was all teeth and tongue. So consuming my head was spinning until he released my bottom lip with a sharp nip. With one arm wrapped securely around my back, he hauled me further up the bed, his other splayed over my ribs. The rough and worn pads of his fingers grounding me. Unraveling me.

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