Page 157 of The Order

“I’m not opposed to some pain,” I say without thinking, his eyes going wide.

“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers, his lips pressing against my cheek.

With a slow thrust, I feel myself stretch around him, pain and pleasure mixing as we come together. I stutter before a loud moan escapes me, calling his name, feeling the connection running through us, locking into place. I can’t help but glide my hands down his scarred back, latching with possession as Fallan moves in and out of me. My name falls from his lips. His eyes flutter closed as he satiates himself with the feel of my body. He moves deeper, and I feel something within me tear. I force my head back and into the sheets to work through it, wondering if I should make him stop from the sudden pain. He pauses, trailing a hand up my side, the other supporting his body over me.

“We don't have to go any further.”

“How did you know to stop?”

“I can sense your feelings,” he says, my smile growing at the realization of the connection we now share.

Feeling myself wrapped around him, I take a deep breath, relaxing my body.

“Keep going,” I whisper, his lips pressing to my own.

I moan into his mouth as he starts thrusting into me again, feeling nothing but pleasure as he drives deeper, finally becoming fully seated to the hilt. Starting a slow rhythm, he moves in and out of me, the intensity and power of his thrusts building as he continues.

I place a hand on his chest and push him to the side, rolling on top of him, careful not to unsheathe him while I change our position. He lets out another savage moan, smiling up at me like an idiot. I straddle him, rocking my hips in gentle motions, feeling him grasp my sides, guiding me back and forth. The pool of warmth between my legs swells as I feel his cock throbbing inside of me, his hands gripping my waist tighter.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he questions, turning my head, my eyes snapping to the visual of me riding him in the mirror propped next to his bed. His strong arms wrap around me, our bodies flush. He presses his lips to my chest. I move my chin back to look at him. The pressure in my center builds, my body anticipating another release.

“You’re all I have left,” he whispers, keeping his pace.

“Then don’t let go,” I whisper, feeling the sweet release of pleasure ripple through my core, my walls tightening around Fallan’s cock as I come for the second time. I throw my head back, crying out at the feeling of him still inside me. He moves his hip and flips me back while I'm lost in lust.

“I won’t,” he says through a groan, suddenly pulling out of my wet center, the abrupt exit painful, leaving me feeling utterly empty.

I feel his release trail along my lower stomach, Fallan fisting his cock as he takes in my body. There's a moment of silence between us, both of us panting, doing our best to catch our breaths. He gets up from the bed and goes into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a warm rag. He runs it over my skin, cleaning up his mess and taking extra time to focus on the center. As I watch him finish up, I notice my nail marks tracking down both of his muscular arms and shoulders. Drawing my legs to me, I search for my underwear, pulling it back on while watching him do the same. Covering my body with my arms, I watch as he moves back toward the bed. His arms wrap around my torso, pulling me down beside him on the mattress.

I seat myself on top of him again, letting my head rest on his chest, his hands running through my hair and down my body. He holds me close, peppering me with soft kisses. The steady beating of his heart is enough to draw anyone to sleep.

“I hope it was all you wanted it to be,” I whisper, feeling him chuckle at the words.

“Everything and more.”

Running his fingers up and down my thigh, he pauses.

“I can never let you go…. I won’t,” he whispers, a tremor in his voice.

Looking up at him, I see the pain in his expression, his eyes wet with tears.

“Then don’t,” I start, pulling my achy legs back over his lap so he can hold me closer.

“From now on, I can promise you one thing,” I begin, holding up my pinky. “No matter what, I’m with you,” I say, keeping my hand between us.

He smiles, looking at me with playfulness.

"Even if I have to act like I hate you?”

“Especially then,” I start, moving myself closer. “Now I know a way for us to make up after fighting,” I say, his smirk growing.

“You're with me, Blackburn? Truly?” he questions, raising his pinky.

“For as long as I draw breath,” I whisper, feeling our fingers latch, solidifying a promise now safeguarded in our hearts.

My legs are shaky as I dress, Fallan standing next to me so I can lean on him for support. Looking around, I see how much damage we did to his headboard, the sheer force of our combined power creating chaos in the space around us. Stumbling, he smiles at his handiwork, pressing his lips to my own, before bending down to lean me over his shoulder. Letting out a wild, childlike laugh, I hit his back, letting my legs flail in frustration as he moves us across the room.

“Put me down!” I squeal, unable to hide the smile that consumes me at the sound of his rare, genuine laughter.

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