Page 52 of Fall to Me
My. Fucking. God.
When I’m on the verge of climax, he pulls out and flips me back over onto my back. Grabbing my jaw, he forces my lips apart, and spits. One hand clamps down over my mouth, and he pinches my nose closed at the same time. I can’t fucking breathe.
“Fucking swallow.”
I do as he says, my eardrums pop. His hand slides down and wraps around my throat.
“That’s my good fucking whore.”
He lifts my leg, placing it on his shoulder, then drives back into me.
“Mmm, Carter.”
“Who do you belong to?”
When I don’t answer, he turns his head and bites down on my leg. The sting almost takes me over the edge.
“Say you’re mine. Fucking say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Goddamn right, you are.”
“Fuck!” I moan.
His forehead presses to mine, our sweat mixing together as he whispers, “Baby.”
“You feel so good, Carter. Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“Baby,” he whispers again.
Then, he completely vanishes.
My eyes pop open, and I gasp, lurching myself up in bed. Where the fuck am I? I look around the room. Carter's next to me, eyes closed, lips parted. I look down at my clothes, realizing they never left my body. Plopping back down onto my pillow, I release a sigh.
Holy shit.That felt so real. And I loved it.
Hell, I might as well get up now ‘cause there’s no way I’m going back to sleep after that. Looking back at Carter, I allow my eyes to roam his handsome face. Just the sight of him makes my heart pump a little bit harder. My hands move on their own accord as I reach up and cup his cheek, the stubbles rough under my palm. Maybe Cammie’s right. Maybe I do love him. I don’t know. I’ve never felt this way before. What I do know is, he’s my safe place.
Staring down at his mouth, I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. As my hand trails from his jaw down his arm, goosebumps pebble his skin. I lean back, making sure I didn’t wake him.
Why can’t I tell him that I’m his?
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Carter
River throws herself down on her pillow and releases a sigh. At first, I panicked and tried waking her up, thinking it was a nightmare, but then she called out for me again, and her hips bucked off the bed.
Now, it’s taking everything in me to lie here and pretend to be asleep when what I really want to do is go against all logic in my mind that’s been holding me back from fucking my wife. I told her I wasn’t fucking her until she admits who she belongs to, but I swear to Christ, if I hear one more sweet sound leave her lips, I might break my own damn rule.
Lying here with my eyes closed, I try like hell to tell my dick now is not the time. He’s not getting the memo. I feel her hand on my cheek, and in an instant, her lips are on mine.
Don’t. Fucking. Move.
My fists squeeze tight as I use every bit of self-control I have left to stay perfectly still and not reciprocate her kiss as her lips mold to mine. Her fingertips lightly trail down my arm, and myentire body ignites. Heat and tingles spread, and goosebumps rise to my flesh. I know River. When she’s ready, she’ll come to me, but for now, I’ll love her quietly. Allow her this stolen moment, a secret she thinks she’s the only one in on.
Her lips leave mine, and the bed dips, the blankets rustling next to me. I keep my eyes closed until I hear the soft click of the bathroom door. Peeling my eyes back open, I turn to look at the time on my phone. Five forty-five in the morning.
