Page 108 of Fall Into Me

Lifting off me, I watched him reach back to grab a fistful of his own shirt, pulling it off and throwing it in the same general direction he tossed my shirt.

He was a sight to behold. Just so blindingly beautiful.

Solid lines, valleys, and hills of sculpted muscles decorated with tattoos that made no sense and all the sense in the world. Those two words that I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of tattooed over his heart. I couldn’t help myself when I slowly sat up and reached my fingers out to glide over them.

He watched me do it, tracking every movement. Didn’t rush me even though I could feel his heart hammering under the tips of my fingers.

There would be time for softness later, and I was glad for this moment of it now, but I tucked it away inside where it was safe before lying back down on the bed before him and building up to speak the sort of words I knew would snap any thread of restraint that remained.

That’s what I wanted now. I wanted messy, unrestrained, maddening.

“I want you to take off my jeans,” I breathed, “and taste me.”

His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, eyes sparkling and nostrils flaring imperceptibly. “Is that right?”

“Yes.” My heart was thrashing while I pushed the words at him. Words that always sat on the tip of my tongue whenever he touched me but were hard for me to get out, no matter how much I wanted to.

Fane made quick work of my jeans until I was completely bare before him. He settled between my thighs, and as he spoke, he started to push my legs open wider, exposing me more.

“Taste you here?” He placed an open-mouthed kiss on my inner thigh.

I shook my head despite the pain, the edge of it dulled by the roaring in my ears. “No.”

“What about here?” He kissed the other thigh.

“Fane,” I whimpered, hands reaching for his hair, lifting my hips in desperation.

“You have the most perfect pussy, Calista.” He spoke the words reverently. “Did you know that?” And then he dragged his lips across my folds, and I was pretty sure I passed out for a second.

“Th-thank you.” I watched him staring right at my sex. Aching and wet and desperate for his touch.

“So polite,” he murmured, flicking his tongue across my clit, making me cry out. “But I don’t want polite. I want to hear you beg for exactly what you want.”

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, I…I want you to eat my pussy.”

“Yourwhatpussy?” He had his eyes on me, and my eyes almost rolled back into my skull when I felt his breath skitter across my sensitive flesh. “You’re fucking leaking for me, baby. Tell me.”

“My perfect pussy,” I gasped just as Fane dragged his tongue up the length of my slit. The feeling of it was so intense afterbeing spread wide for him, waiting and aching, that my legs tried to close. Even when I pulled his hair, wanting him closer, grinding on his mouth so desperately I wasn’t sure he could even breathe.

When he pushed two fingers into me, hard and steadfast, there was no hope for me. I broke apart. Shattering repeatedly, my body shaking and my legs falling limp.

When Fane moved over top of me, I felt him settle his body against mine with just the right amount of pressure before he dropped the softest kiss to my hairline, right near where they had to stitch me closed.

When he started to push off, I clung to him, my fingers digging into the muscles on his shoulders and back, legs coming up to circle his waist.

“Condom,” he panted, arms shaking where he held himself up.

“You don’t need one,” I said. I was desperate for there to be nothing between us. I wanted all of him. “There’s been no one but you.”

He frowned at me, confused.

“I said you made metryto want someone else. Not that I ever did. I’ve always been just yours, Fane.” I tried to pull him closer to me with my legs, but there was no use in trying to overpower him.

Fane got off the bed, shucking off his jeans until he was standing completely naked.

His golden skin wrapped around defined muscles. A little grin on his mouth when he caught me staring at the ridiculous rubber duck on his thigh.

Instead of climbing back over me, Fane settled on his knees between my thighs and reached out to grip my hips. He hauled me onto his lap, my body still on the bed, until I could feel the head of his cock at my entrance.

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