Page 57 of The Fall
His shirt joins mine on the floor. He is beautiful in the moving shadows. He’s hard edges and sin, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters.
I am undone by the simple pull of his lips on mine. His teeth catch my bottom lip before his tongue slides inside. My hands roam the broad expanse of his back, tracing the dip of his spine. I pull him closer, sealing our bodies together, and he grinds into me, slow and filthy and perfect. He is exquisite, a landscape of muscle and shadow I could spend a lifetime exploring. I want to become part of him, so deep he cannot breathe without thinking of me.
He finds my hands with his again and leads me to the bed. “I never used to believe in soul mates,” he breathes. “But you…”
The mattress gives beneath us as he lays me down and settles above me. I cradle his face, feel his stubble catch against my fingertips as I trace the angle of his cheekbone, the curve of his lower lip. “You are my forever.”
He holds my stare and gazes all the way down to my marrow, into all of my cracks and fissures. He sees it all, every broken edge and scarred-over hurt I’ve tried to hide my whole life. My breath hitches as he gazes into me in a way that feels like worship.
My lips crash against his, and I bow into him, craving more, desperate for all of him. His groan rumbles through my teeth, my tongue as I roam my hands over the hard planes of his chest, my fingers snagging in the coarse trail of dark hair that leads me lower. I slide down his body, to where his muscle defines sharp edges in his abdomen, where his skin is hot and burns against my tongue.
I settle between his thighs, hands on his hips. In the flickering candlelight, his cock rises thick and heavy against his stomach, dark and glistening at the tip.
A guttural groan rips from his throat as my tongue flicks against his cock. The sound is a victory. I close my hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the thrum of his blood beneath my palm, and draw him deep into my mouth. Heat and salt and something so essentiallyBlairflood me, a taste I know I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing.
He’s hot velvet against my tongue. I worship him, taking him apart with my mouth, sucking him until his muscles are water beneath my hands. There’s nothing else in the world but this rhythm: the whole of him on my tongue, the stretch of my lips, how his powerful thighs quiver.
His eyes are blown wide, reflecting the dancing flames as he threads his hands through my hair. I am held captive in the space between his hitched breaths and the tightening grip in my hair.
“Wait.” His voice cracks. “Not yet. Not like this.”
He pulls me up, and our mouths collide, hungry, messy. He tastes himself on my tongue and growls.
The room tilts as he flips us, and suddenly he’s caging me in, knees around my hips, hands cradling my face. He grazes his fingers along my cheek, followed by the heat of his lips, branding a vow along my jaw, over my throat, down my chest. His kisses draw a path down my body, teeth nipping, tongue soothing. He dismantles me all the way down, until he’s between my legs and his hands are spreading my legs.
Then his mouth is on me, and I’m fucking lost.
The heat of his mouth, the filthy, perfect suction of his lips, the sharp edge of his teeth—Christ, he’s undoing me with every lick, every suck, every rough drag of his stubble against my thighs. I fist my hands in the sheets, in the dark silk of his hair, anything to hold on to, pulling hard as my hips buck into him.
He pops off my cock, sucks a line of hickeys down the seam of my thigh. He lifts my legs and spreads me fully, then buries his face in my ass.
A shout explodes from me as Blair’s tongue drives into me, hot and wet and fucking relentless. He licks deep, sloppy, devouring my hole. Every filthy stroke, every rough touch of his lips, has me squirming, my ass clenching. His stubble scrapes my skin, brutal contrast to the slick glide of his lips and his tongue. I’m a mess, keening, cursing as he eats me out like I’m his last meal.
His fingers join his mouth, pushing inside.
“Please.” The word rips from me, shameless. I’m too far gone to care. I need him buried inside me, filling me. I need to be taken, possessed, overwhelmed by him.
Blair’s breath hitches, and his gaze locks onto mine from between my legs. He’s looking at me like he can see straight through to the hollow place inside me that only he can fill. I can feel his hands shaking as he holds my thighs open, feel the way he’s holding himself back even now. The air between us is thick,heavy with sweat and lust. I wait, exposed, aching, desperate, for him to give me everything I’m begging for.
He grabs the lube from the nightstand.
That first push against me—Fuck, it breaks something fundamental. My back arches off the bed, chasing the stretch, the sweet ache spreading under his touch. My hips roll down, chasing the sweet, stinging heat that unfurls inside me. He works me until I’m trembling, falling apart under his hands. One finger, then two, then three.
Blair’s eyes are black in the dim light, pupils blown wide enough to eat up the candle glow as he watches me shake apart under his touch. My cock leaks onto my stomach as he curls just right, brushing that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
“You are everything,” he rasps, his voice gravel against the quiet. “You’re every part of me I didn’t know was missing.”
I can’t speak, can’t do anything but reach for him.
Sweat slicks our skin, a fine sheen catching the candlelight. The beat of my blood thunders, surging through me as he rises to his knees and lines up his thick cock at my tight hole. He pitches forward, braces himself on one hand, digs his forehead into mine. My arms wind around the back of his neck. I’m trembling. He’s trembling.
He pushes.
He opens me with blinding heat, a sharp, searing stretch as he sinks in, inch by relentless inch. My body parts around him until he’s so deep there’s no space left. I’m split open, my ass clenching around the thick, throbbing heat of his cock. He stretches me to my fucking limit, and it’s all I can do not to shatter right then and there. Every part of me is lit up with the brutal, beautiful ache of being filled.
There’s no escaping the way he owns every inch of me right now. I gasp into the damp heat of his shoulder.
He holds still, unmoving. My mind’s a haze, thoughts reduced to the way he’s claiming me, how he is buried inside the deepest parts of me. I rake at his back, desperate to drag him even closer, to drown in the overwhelming burn of him.
