Page 156 of The Order

“Fuck,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on him. He smiles at the reaction, his body towering over me, pumping his fingers in and out of me. Jumbled curses escape my lips each time he hits all the right spots. His fingers stretch me, my walls clenching tightly around him.

“Already so wet, Little Dove,” he says, his pupils blown wide, a wicked expression on his face.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, keeping his fingers moving inside me.

“Fallan, please-”

I beg, ready for release

His mouth lands on my folds, his tongue exploring every part of me with slow, dragging motions. My back arches against his sheets, my moans of pleasure leaving me freely. His fingers continue pumping in and out of me as he works my clit with his tongue. I thrust my hips up, wanting more. He lets out a low growl of approval as he continues to work, sending a jolt of pleasure up my center. I force my head back down, watching him taste me, savoring the intensity and focus written into his expression. Clenching his head with my thighs, I feel my body ready to burst, the pool of warmth in my stomach almost at its breaking point.

Pulling his mouth away, he smiles, rolling his thumb between my folds.

“Let it happen, beautiful,” he urges. At his command, I cum. My release sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. My walls clench around his fingers as I cry out his name in pure ecstasy, my hands gripping the sheets to ground me.

Slowly, he pulls his fingers away and up to his mouth, licking them clean.

Still feral for my taste, he moves back down to my warmth, cleaning up what's left of my release with his tongue, taking his time sucking and licking like he’s been starved, and I’m the only thing that can satisfy his hunger. My legs shake around him, another release threatening to tear through me as he continues. As if he can sense what’s coming, he lifts his head, throwing me a sinful grin.

Watching him rise to his feet, I see the bulge pressed against his pants, its length intimidating. My mouth starts to water as he grabs his belt and begins to undo the buckle. My lips curl into a smile as I force his hands down with my mind, taking over the process of removing it for him.

Letting his belt clatter to the floor, I run my hand along his front, feeling him beneath the material of his pants. He groans, his frustration growing at his inability to use his hands.

“So, using our gifts is not off the table?” Fallan questions. My fingers fidget with the buttons of his pants.

I look up to him, my smile growing.

“I want it all. Anything goes,” I whisper, his eyes lowering at the response.

Walking into my mind, he urges me to lay back down on the bed, his ability to sway my thoughts far greater than mine. As my back meets the mattress again, I release his hands from my mental hold, and they drop to his sides. My hands claw at his shirt on the way down his body, tugging the material free from his chest. Marveling over his body, I see his strong front and his mark branding the skin of his side. I run my finger over each divot on his stomach, feeling the v-line of muscles beneath my touch. Moving over me, he slips my shirt up, gently pulling it up and over my head, exposing my breasts. His desire for me cascades through our mental connection at the sight of me fully exposed to him. Continuing to touch his hard length, I pull down the waistline of his pants, letting him do the rest.

“Nothing compares to how you look right now,” he mutters, his knee propped on the bed supporting his body, his hands running up and down my frame, feeling every part of me.

“You’re a work of art,” he continues, lowering his head, pressing his lips to my lower stomach, only to move up.

I run my hand through his hair, letting out a shuddered breath.

“Fallan,” I whisper, pulling his chin up to meet me, his eyes filled with lust.

“Please, let me feel you,” I push, his mouth brushing over my breasts, pausing after he’s had a taste.

“Are you sure?” he questions, rolling his thumb over my cheek.

Biting my lip, I nod and lean forward to capture his mouth with mine. I channel feelings of pleasure through our connection, our kisses turning from sweet and sincere to something hungrier. Biting at my bottom lip, he moves away from the kiss, lowering himself to my breasts, gently taking time to explore each one. His thumb swirls over one nipple as he takes the other in his mouth, sucking hard, devouring me as he kneads my other breast in his palm.

Dragging his lips down to my mark, he kisses the skin, lingering on its roughness. He smiles against my stomach.

“There's beauty in this,” he whispers. “You're the one who taught me that,” he murmurs, running his fingers along the waistband of his boxers.

“There was never anything wrong with you,” I begin, leaning forward, touching his mark with my hand. “It was always just about control,” I push, the feeling of admiration swarming me.

Helping him slide down his boxers, his length is finally exposed to me. I take in the sight of him, a gasp escaping me at the sheer size of him. I peer up at him, letting my hand run down his base. He laces his finger through my hair, pulling it possessively into his fist as he guides us back down on the bed. His length brushes my inner thigh before aligning with my already wet entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my own. “If you need me to stop, Dove, tell me, and I will. I’ve heard the first time can sometimes be... painful.”

“You've never done this before?” I question, feeling a hint of embarrassment pass through our connection

“No. I waited for you,” he starts, smiling into a kiss. “Call me old-fashioned.” His tip nudges into my warmth, teasing the entrance. “If I feel any pain from you, we’ll stop,” he says, my body alive with anticipation.

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