Page 145 of Fall I Want
He smiles against my pussy as if he can read my thoughts. “You’re so fucking close.”
“Yes.” I’m not sure I even spoke. It’s hushed as he rolls his tongue across my clit.
“Enjoy it.”
Zane Alexander is my ecstasy, the man of my dreams; now he’s my husband.
“Myhusband,” I whisper. My body trembles, the thread snaps, blinding me. As I say his name, I fall into the abyss, completely lost with this man. He continues teasing my bundle of nerves as my pussy pulses.
“Fuck, Autie.” He moves my dress, sucking his fingers before licking his perfect lips. “I need you so damn bad.”
He leans forward, and I taste my release on his mouth, loving how eager he always is to please me.
“Please always want me like this,” I say, and he pulls away.
“Pumpkin, this is the ground floor. We’re only going up from here,” he growls, pressing himself between my thighs, slowly kissing me like we have eternity. The ring on my finger and the love in my heart tell me we do.
We’re the real deal. I sigh, relieved that he’s mine.
“I finally found you,” he says, sounding like Mr. Dreamy. “I’m not ever letting you go now. That’s a fucking promise. One I’ll keep until my last breath,” he says, nuzzling against my neck.
He looks at me like I’m the stars in his night sky. I smile, clasping my hands on his cheeks, moving his face closer for one more kiss.
“I love you. Every inch of you inside and out,” I say, grateful and overwhelmed by the emotions swimming through me. No more crash landings, not with Zane.
When he smiles, my heart flutters. “I love you, Autie. Today, tomorrow, and forever.”
He stands and pulls me up to him. He takes a step back, admiring me. No one has ever looked at me the way he does.
“Love you too.” I lick my lips, turning my back. “Unzip me halfway.”
Zane sucks and nibbles on my neck as his fingers trail up my arm to the zipper. I turn to him, reaching forward to remove his tie as he watches me. I throw it on the bed and he lifts a brow.
Carefully, I untuck and unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. Stepping forward, I kiss down his body, licking the curves of his muscles. I unbuckle his belt, then toss it on the mattress.
“Tonight, no boundaries.”
“Be careful what you ask for,” he growls, threading his fingers through my hair. Our tongues greedily massage each other.
“I want you to unravel me.”
He tugs my long strands, forcing me to look up at him. “I will have you begging.”
“I can start now if you’d like. Fucking please,” I say more desperately, removing the dress from my body.
“Damn.” His eyes move down my breasts to the crotchless lace panties I’m wearing. “How are you mine?”
“Because you chose me,” I say.
“Becauseyouchoseme,” he counters, sliding his hand down to my ass cheek, grabbing a handful.
“I would a million times over.” I pull him toward me. “Is this where I start begging?”
His laughter is light as I kiss him. Seconds later, he has my wrists, twisting me around like he did in his library. Hot breath brushes against my skin as he trails kisses up my neck. “Is that what you want?”
“Since the first time,” I hiss out as he tightens his grip, restraining me more.
“I saw you first in the library. I watched you from the corner of the room for at least five minutes. I’d been thinking about you before you appeared like a figment of my imagination.”
