Page 86 of Fall Into Me

It was clear to me now that the only time I truly knew exactly who I was had been in those moments. The only time when I’d had absolute clarity and confidence in answering the questions that had plagued me. Who am I? Who do I want to be? What do I want?

“Fane,” I gasped, my hand sinking into his hair and missing the length it used to be.

“You have the most perfect tits.” He took a nipple into his mouth again before releasing it with a pop, lapping at my chest with his tongue and sending pulse after pulse of pleasure through me until it was becoming unbearable.

I couldn’t help how I started to grind my hips against him. I could feel him. How hard he was, pressed against my stomach.

“Do you remember when you let me fuck them, Cali?” Fane dragged his teeth along my jaw before pulling my head back with the grip he had in my hair. “How you pushed them together for me and let me come all over your pretty little neck?”

I just nodded because fuck yes, I remembered. Who the hell would ever forget something like that?

“Do you remember what you did after that?” Fane captured my mouth in another bruising kiss. No soft or delicate touches, just a buildup of desire that hadn’t been sated and had begun to overflow.

“Y-yes.”

“Tell me.” It was a rough command that made my pussy clench around nothing, and a moan tumbled from my lips.

My back was pressed against something cool, making me arch further into him. Fane just took it as an invitation to drop his mouth back to my tits, soft purple marks blooming all over them now.

“Fane,” I breathed his name. My heart was pounding so fast I was sure he could hear it.

“Tell me, Calista.”

“You…” Another whimper interrupted my words. He hadn’t touched me anywhere else but playing with my nipples, and I was so insanely worked up that I could probably come just like this. “You asked me to sit on…”

“On my what, baby?”

“Your face,” I gasped, just as the back of one finger dragged down the seam of my covered pussy. “What ishappening?”

That was definitely an inside thought.

“What’s happening is that I want you to remember the way you ground that perfect cunt of yours all over my face, and I got to watch you while I had my tongue in your tight, wet—”

“Jesus Christ, Fane.” I finally opened my eyes and found his already on me. Bright and reflecting the water around us. Mesmerizing.

“You were being a little too considerate, trying to hold your weight.” Fane took the lobe of my ear in his mouth while his hands found their way around my waist again. “You said you were worried you’d suffocate me. Do you remember what I said?”

I nodded, and he just tutted. “Don’t take your words from me now, Rose. Not after I’ve waited so long to hear them again. What did I say?”

I was fucking panting. “You said, ‘God, I hope so.’”

“Mmm,” he hummed, dragging his tongue up the side of my throat and leaving a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth before he hoisted me up and out of the water, setting me on top of the wide, flat rock that he’d backed us up against. I was almost entirely naked with my bikini bottom wedged up so high that there was nothing left to the imagination about the shape of me.

My whole body was aching, my legs twitching to open. My hands itched to reach up and squeeze my own tits, to play with my nipples the way he had, to give myself some relief.

“While we’ll have to do our best to reenact that later, this will do for now.”

With one splayed hand on the center of my chest, he gently pushed me back until I was lying flat on the rock. The cold, the wet, and even the possibility of fucking leeches right now couldn’t have gotten me to move.

“Are you wet for me, Rose?” Fane’s voice was low and gravelly, the words vibrating through me as he left open-mouthed kisses along the insides of my thighs. I couldn’t take my eyes off him now, not as he got closer to where I was fucking desperate for him or when he elicited a surprised yelp from me when he wrapped his arms around my legs and gave me a little tug toward the edge of the rock and sank back down into the water.

“Yes,” I breathed, voice trembling.

“I have thought of you—just like this—every fucking day.” He freed one hand and brought it around to drag down the seam of my folds again, pushing the fabric of my swimsuit into my pussy lips. “The closest to heaven that I have ever been is right betweenyour legs, baby. And I have been a man deprived of all that’s good while I’ve dragged myself back to you.”

Fane’s lips latched onto my clit over the fabric, making me whimper at the relief of the contact, sucking hard before running his nose along the length of me, inhaling deeply. My hands gave up on trying to find something to hold on to around me and settled into his hair. If the grin on his face was anything to go by, I’d say that’s what he was waiting for.

“Please.”

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