Page 90 of Until Forever Falls

I fumble with his belt, my hands clumsy with urgency. His hips shift, pressing into me, and I swear I nearly whimper at the contact. He chuckles, the sound rich and infuriating, but when his hands move to help, I don’t push them away.

His breath is uneven as I slide down the last barrier between us, releasing him. A hand in my hair, a sharp tug at my scalp, and suddenly I’m turned, his body caging mine against the slow burn of the room. His fingers splay over my neck, the inked branches on his wrist stark against my skin, my pulse hammering beneath his grip.

He takes a step forward, silently urging me to match his movement, and I blink, suddenly aware of the mattress’s edge grazing my knees. My pelvis clenches as his length swells behind me, and I rock against him eagerly, gasping at the feel. Instinct takes over, my hand grasping his wrist where it’s wrapped around my throat, wanting nothing more than to feel him even closer.

His stubbled jaw grazes my shoulder, teeth scraping lightly over my skin. He tastes me with the hunger of someone who’s waited too long, and I want to lose myself in it. His mouth finds my ear, breath scorching as he whispers something that has my nails digging into his skin like I might never let go.

“Every. Damn. Dream. And now, I’mnotwasting another second.”

With a guttural growl, his grip finally releases, and in one smooth, calculated motion, he bends me over the bed—like I was always meant to be here. With him.

33

Dylan

Now

A broken gasp tumbles from my lips as Brooks’ fingers slide along my skin, one hand pressing firmly into my lower back, securing me against the bed. The other trails slowly up the inside of my thigh, a taunting path that makes my legs part instinctively. I forget to breathe as his lips leave a trail of heated, wet kisses down my spine, and my back arches eagerly.

Every kiss, every movement, sets my body alight. The world seems to fall away, leaving only him. I try to focus, but my brain feels like mush. It’s maddening. The intensity between us flares with every shift, every inch of contact, as if he’s drawing out tension in me I didn’t even know existed. I can’t think straight. I can’t even catch my breath.

Lips press gently against the back of my thighs, and a shudder runs through me like an electric jolt. I want more, need more, but I can’t move, can’t force myself to reach for it. His teeth graze over my sensitive skin, and a soft gasp that escapes me without my control.

I shift, just enough to glance back at him, but his deep green eyes catch mine. For one heart-stopping second, everything stills. He looks at me like he’s memorizing every detail, then his gaze drops lower, roaming over my exposed flesh. It’s methodical, as though he’s studying every inch of me. I can’t help but ache for whatever comes next.

“The last thing I want to do is rush this.”

Sliding from my lower back to my hip, his hand tightens, shaping crescent-shaped imprints on my skin. He pauses, letting my anticipation build, his breath feathering against me. “You move,” he warns, his tongue darting out just enough to send a wave of desire through me. “I pull away. So be good for me—just this once.”

The wait is agonizing, the suspense coiling inside me like a spring wound too tight. I’ve been nothing but broken pieces for years, but with him, it’s like I’ve got a shot at being whole again.

A moment passes, and when I feel his lips return, my body responds with a deep pulsing, hungry for his touch. I remain perfectly still, holding my breath until finally,finallythe soft, silky sensation of his tongue sweeps up the length of my center.

Ecstasy floods my veins as his fingers follow, sinking into me with expert, intoxicating precision. He curls them, pressing deep, tracing patterns with an almost devastating finesse that leaves my hands clutching the bedsheets. My body is a bowstring, pulled past its limit, quivering with the need to let go.

A strangled moan catches in my throat as his teeth nip lightly at my clit. My thighs tremble, a violent shudder tearing through me as the pleasure builds, overwhelming, impossible to contain. Against my own protests, my hips buck back into him, begging, searching,pleadingfor the release I’m suddenly craving.

I’m insatiable, reveling in the feeling like I’ll never get enough. Every stolen year, every unspoken truth we buried, feeds the hunger thrumming beneath my skin.

It’s primal, urgent—years of pain crumbling in an instant. I need this. I needhim.

He clicks his tongue. “Greedy little thing,” he muses, withdrawing his touch just as I start to chase it. “I give you one simple instruction, and here you are, squirming for more.” I shift, trying to steal another glance at him, but the candle’s glow betrays me, showing only the movement of his silhouette.

“Stand up,” he orders. It’s not harsh, but it’s an unmistakable command. I push myself up, gradually turning to face him. The fabric of my cami slides against my skin as I tease it up over my body, tossing it aside with a tantalizing movement. I roll my shoulders back slightly, watching him, waiting to see if he breaks.

“You’re intoxicating,” he groans, stepping closer, drawing me tighter into the blaze of his body. His fingers slide over my jaw, tracing, testing, learning, before dipping lower, following the curve of my chest until he finds the soft swell of my breast.

He toys with my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pulling a sharp whine from my throat. His lips crash into mine, the kiss all consuming as his fingers skim lower, mapping the ridges of my abdomen before returning to stimulate the heat between my legs.

A startled breath escapes me as he hoists me against him, my body molding to his, the rigid length of him pressing exactly where I need it most.

“You don’t even realize what you do to me,” he growls against my mouth. A heartbeat later, my back meets the mattress, and before I can catch my breath, he’s pulling away, a rush of cool air chasing his absence.

The shadows shift, and then the bed dips beneath me as he returns. My hands stretch toward him, but he catches my wrists, pinning them above me as he hovers. A slow glide of leather, a gentle but firm pull. Then the snap of a clasp,his belt. I shift, a reflex, but he’s faster, his body covering mine, pressing me deeper into the sheets.

“I want to watch you fall apart,” he whispers, his fingers pressing into my thighs. “Now be good, spread them wide, and don’t you dare finish before I let you.”

Thisfuckingman.

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