Page 112 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
My words manage to get through to him. I can see his resolve start to break beneath the hard layer of his anger. His hand tightens around my neck. “You haven’t thought this through.”
Oh, but I have. I thought about it plenty at the Hamptons even before tonight happened.
I’m supposed to be a virgin. It’s probably written in the contract between Papà and Rafaele. Everyone seems to think it’s what’s most valuable about me.
The wedding night. The sheets.
Warning bells should be ringing, but like the ambulance, the sound is dulled.
I want to do this for myself.
Whatever price I’ll eventually have to pay for this…I’ll pay it. By that point, Rafaele and I will already be wed.
“I have thought about it. I know it will create problems for myself.” I slide my hand up Ras’s warm, broad chest. “I don’t care.”
His hand leaves my neck, and he pushes his fingers into the hair at my nape, holding it tightly as he tips my head back. I meet his heavy gaze. It’s fractured between frustration and desire, and it makes a low buzz appear beneath my skin.
“If you want someone gentle, you picked the wrong man. I’m not in that kind of mood tonight.”
My pussy pulses at his words. “I won’t break. Treat me like you would anyone else.”
“You’re not like anyone else,” he says gruffly.
A crack appears in my heart.
“Then treat me like we’ve done this before,” I whisper. “Like you’ve already fucked me dozens of times, and you know I can handle everything you have to give.”
He blows out a breath, pressing his hips against mine and letting me feel his growing erection.
Excitement gallops down my spine.
Below us, the city is cold, but here, in the space between us, a fire crackles.
He wants this just as much as I do.
His breath tangles with mine. “You sure you can handle it?”
Nerves skitter up my arms, but the answer comes immediately. “Bring it on.”
A shiver goes through him. And then he’s pressing his lips to mine.
CHAPTER24
GEMMA
Flutters explodeinside my belly and then drop lower. The moment we make contact feels like a rip in the universe. There’s nothing soft about this kiss. Ras’s mouth grinds against mine, his tongue snaking its way inside and claiming territory.
He tastes like the whiskey he drank at the club.
He kisses like he wants to conquer me.
Suddenly, we’re moving. One hand gripping my hair and one molded to my waist, he walks me backward in the direction of the main bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
I’m oxygen. He’s a man starved for air.
For a second, I wonder how he knows where to go. Did he map out this place while I was with Cleo? But the thought becomes irrelevant when my back slams against the wall, and he drops to his knees before me.
My breath hitches.
