Page 83 of The Fallen
We turn our faces towards one another, bare inches of empty space separating us. Tension builds as I study her face. This close up, it’s easier to see the imperfections, the marks that immortal hardship, the constant pain of living, has left behind on her skin. I can see the woman she was, thousands of years ago.
It's the vulnerable, almost human part of her that sings to me like siren song, captivating and special for all its flaws, something I can tell she doesn’t let many people see.
I can feel her breath on my face every time she exhales. Unlike Luc, Lilith and I stopped drinking a long time ago, thebuzz from earlier faded and drowned out, replaced by a different sort of intoxication, a rising tide of sensation that is both darker and sweeter at the same time.
In the end, it’s me who closes the distance first, crossing over enemy lines without a thought for the potential land mines I could be trampling on in the process.
Lilith’s mouth seems too high-risk when everything else between us is in flux already, so I start at her collarbone instead, pressing a kiss between her shoulder and chest, letting my tongue drag over the warm skin there. Lilith holds herself still at first, but at the swipe of my tongue, she releases a full-body shudder that only serves to stoke the fire spitting and raging away inside my gut.
She tastes vaguely of salt, a possible mix of sweat and the ocean spray from earlier. This close up, I can smell the perfumed scent of her hair and skin, citrus and lime, more likely shampoo or body wash. I didn’t see any actual perfume in her room or bathroom back at the flat, and Lilith doesn’t seem like the type for it. I’m glad because the other scents are faint enough that when I drag my nose up and inhale at the crook of her neck, I can smell the distinct bite of her, the thing that is pure Lilith, the blood that rushes beneath.
I resist the impulse to sink my teeth into her throat, sharp incisors aching with the need to sink in deep, down through muscle and sinew, to scrape against her jugular. It should concern me how badly I want it, to rip into Lilith, to consume her piece by piece until I’m sated. But I know, somewhere burrowed inside my heart, that nothing I could ever steal from Lilith would be enough, so there’s no point. You can’t own stolen things, and that’s what I want. I want her to be mine, completely, if only for a moment.
Lilith has to give it, herself, her desire to me, or nothing else matters.
She gasps when I breathe her in, her body instinctively bowing backwards, her neck and spine arching. Her T-shirt-covered chest pushes up against mine, and the heat in my gut flares to a bone-scorching degree, a pang of want sparking lower.
Emboldened by Lilith’s response, I grasp her hip and shove her over to lie flat on her back again. One of my wings is still half trapped underneath the heavy press of her body but not enough to impede my ability to shift into a position where I’m holding myself over her, knees braced on either side of her hips.
Lilith hooks her hands underneath my thighs and grips the meat and solid muscle there with unambiguous intent, holding on tight, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to leave behind indentations and bruises that won’t last as long as I wish they would.
I take the hint and settle more firmly on top of her, bringing my crotch into alignment with hers, our thin underwear the only barrier between us. I splay a hand over her chest, pinning her shoulders and upper back to my wing. Then I push my free hand under her T-shirt, roving my fingers across the expanse of naked skin there, from her navel and along her rib cage to just below her breasts. She took off her bra earlier, so there’s nothing to stop me from palming one of her ample breasts and carefully rubbing my thumb over her nipple. It hardens under my touch, and Lilith gasps again, back attempting to arch like before, but with my other hand holding her down, she can’t do anything but take what I give her.
I bend over at the waist, still grasping one of Lilith’s breasts as I continue to rub her nipple just to feel how she trembles beneath me at even that small amount of pressure.
Bringing my face close to hers again, my hair falling around us like a curtain of protection from the outside world, I ask the questions that need to be asked before we go any further.
“Is this okay?” I murmur against her mouth, our lips brushing lightly with every word. “Do you want this?”Me, I don’t ask. Do you wantme. I’m afraid that would be too much, too immense a question for the moment.
In answer, Lilith slides her hands up to my waist and clamps down hard, holding me in place against her at the same time she rolls her hips up. The first roll elicits a sharp whipcord of pleasure that does little more than bait the beast that growls ferociously inside my abdomen. On the second roll, I grind down to meet her, rubbing my clit against hers through our underwear.
Lilith releases a short cry when I tighten my hold on her breast and dig a nail into her nipple as we grind together, our hips moving faster and shallower now as the desperation and heat grows between us. Lilith’s hands tighten even more on my waist, to the point where it’s genuinely painful, but I don’t want her to stop, the pain and pleasure mixing to create a more visceral sensation, something that is both different and better.
It’s not nearly enough, and yet it already might be too much. The feel and sound of her as she moves frantically against me—want transforming into need—pulses through my cunt, and the urge to reach down so I can hurry along our joint release is more intense than I expected.
Naked emotion, raw and exposed, plays out across Lilith’s face. She doesn’t try to hide any of it from me, and the brutal honestly of her desire makes me so hot for her that I feel like I could combust, split apart into atoms, like stars in the deep recesses of space.
Lilith’s underwear is soaked through with her lust, and so is mine; the smell of us mixing together reaches my nose, and it’s such a primal thing that a guttural moan explodes from my throat in a violent rush. I don’t know quite how to ask for what I need from her without it sounding like a deranged set ofdemands, so I just tell her instead, all civility abandoned behind me at the door.
“I want to bury my face between your thighs and taste that slickness you’ve made for me,” I growl, pushing down on her chest a little harder and biting my nail into her nipple again for emphasis. “I want to push myself inside you and feel all that wondrous heat pulsing against my fingers.”
Lilith tips her head back as far as she’s able to and groans something unintelligible, voice as soaked in lust as her cunt.
“Touch me, Az, please, please, touch me,” Lilith manages to get out the second time she tries to speak. It still sounds more like an animalistic whine than words, but I understand it well enough to act on the request.
I tear myself free from her ironclad grip, creating space between us again so that Lilith’s next grind meets nothing but empty air, which Lilith vehemently protests until I take my hand from her chest and move it down, shoving inside her underwear to rub two fingers over her clit.
Lilith releases a strangled noise, and I catch the tail end of it with my mouth, taking hers with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, licking into her with my tongue, mimicking how I would fuck her cunt.
I keep up a steady rhythm of rubbing her clit and scraping my nail over her nipple, a little harder now that she has the extreme contrast to balance out the pain-pleasure responses.
One of Lilith’s hands shifts to grasp the back of my neck in a possessive hold. She tugs me in a little roughly and kisses me back with twice the fervour. Her other hand slips inside my underwear, except she barely grazes my clit before pushing two fingers into my cunt.
I clamp down around her instinctively, my slickness easing her fingers in and out as she finger-fucks me with a precision and skill that makes me feel wildly jealous of all the people shemust have done this with before to get so good at it. Her fingers find all the spots inside of me that light up my cunt and send aftershocks of white-hot pleasure through my abdomen.
With the benefit of dual stimulation, Lilith comes first, arching up against me with a cry torn from somewhere deep inside her chest. Her fingers remain inside me whilst her orgasm rips through her in torrents.
Once she’s able to move again, she goes back to working on me, pressing dirty, tender kisses to my neck as she holds me against her and fucks me, her fingers moving to rub wildly on my clit. She murmurs words of encouragement into my skin, telling me, “Come on, babe,let go, it’s okay, Az, just let go, I’ve got you.”
