Page 139 of Fall Into Me

She looked at me for a second longer before sinking her hands into my hair and kissing me. Cali pressed her body to mine in the sort of desperate way that made clothes seem like one of the worst things mankind ever created. The way her mouth moved against mine was desperate, relieved, devouring.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered against my lips.

“Cali—” I started to shake my head, but she pulled back just enough to lock her gaze with mine.

“Take me to our bed, Fane.” Her words were calm, deliberate. She leaned in again, her lips brushing mine as she added, softer but no less commanding, “Take me to our bed and fuck me.”

Her words were irrevocably linked to a certain part of my brain that made my body fill with warmth. Made my grip on her seem too light, too inadequate, like I couldn’t hold enough of her in my hands at any one time.

Her hands were still in my hair, pulling, entwining the growing strands in her delicate fingers, but I still didn’t know where to touch her. If I’d hurt her.

I set her down on the bed, and slowly she pulled off the sweater she had been wearing. My sweater.

My jaw clenched so tight it cracked. My heart stopped beating altogether for what felt like eternity when I saw the bandage over her collarbone. The bruising around her right breast and the nail marks left behind. Each one of them was shadowed by dark purple bruising.

I must have made a noise. It felt like my chest was being cleaved apart, not something I could contain inside myself. Cali’s hands found my face, her touch soft and warm. She kissed me, her lips brushing along my cheeks, gathering the tears I hadn’t even realized were there.

“Fane,” she whispered, her voice a gentle tether pulling me back to her. “Come back to me.”

Her words landed softly, but they hit like a command. She pressed them into my skin—against my jaw, the hollow of my throat, my eyelids—each kiss anchoring me further.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I rasped.

“I want you to.” She looked at me with determination. “I want to feel your fingertips pressing into me. I want to wake up and see shadows left in the wake of what we did the night before. I want to hear you speak to me, talk to me. I want to feel the way you stretch my body when you push inside me. The way it always feels like it’s too much, but you keep going, telling me how well I’m doing, how I was made for you.” Her chest was heaving now, but her eyes didn’t flick away from mine. She didn’t hide from me the way she had before.

She told me exactly what she wanted.

“I want you to be the last man—only man—who’s ever touched me.” Her hands slipped from my body, leaving a cold absence that made me sway closer to her, desperate to bridge the gap.

She scooted back on the bed, laying back with nothing but a pair of black lace panties on. “Please, Fane.”

With those words falling from her tongue, I was completely undone.

Reaching back, I pulled my shirt off my body, my jeans and briefs going next. I didn’t take my eyes off her when I crawled my way up to her. Our bodies fitting together so perfectly as she let her legs drop open and I settled into the valley of her hips.

She was so warm, so perfect. So fuckingmine.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said again. “Tell me what hurts.” I placed a kiss just behind her ear, inhaling her milk-and-honey scent, always so entwined with the cherry blossom notes of her shampoo.

“Just the stitches on my chest,” she panted. “And my neck. When they pull, it hurts. That’s all.”

“The bruises?” I was taking stock, making sure I knew her limits.

“They don’t hurt.” She lifted her hips up to meet mine. The soft, warm heat of her pussy grinding against my erection, pulling a groan from somewhere so deep in my chest it sounded unhinged.Feltunhinged.

“Don’t lie to me.” I sucked on the spot of her neck that sloped down into her shoulder, earning a gasp of surprise before I soothed the sting with a swipe of my tongue.

“I’m not. You won’t hurt me. I need this. Please, Fane. I needyou.”

Cali’s hand moved down between our bodies, wrapping around my cock and snatching the breath right from my lungs. I watched her, my eyelids heavy with want while she watched the way her hand looked wrapped around me.

Just when I started to reach down, determined to rip the panties off her, she pulled her hand from me and moved it up to my chest.

I didn’t need more than the slightest pressure from her fingertips to move back, and with her hands on my shoulders, she moved us in the way she wanted. Confident. In control.

God, there was nothing sexier than Cali telling me what she wanted. With her words, her actions. I didn’t care.

I watched, enraptured, as she straddled me, her tits at the perfect height for me to take a nipple into my mouth, to graze my teeth over the sensitive bud in the way I knew she loved, that made her grind her hips where they met mine. Her panties wedged just inside her pussy lips as she continued to move herself against me. I could feel how wet she was. The scent of her arousal was fucking everywhere, heady and intoxicating and mouthwatering.

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