Page 113 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
He’s still in his suit, but as he stares up at me, he slowly undoes his tie—a frustrated, beautiful beast taking off his leash.
He shucks off the tie and drops it to the floor. “Take off your dress,” he directs, his voice a low rasp.
Fingers trembling, I reach for the hem and pull the entire thing over my head. It feels inelegant and awkward, but when the dress hits the floor beside his tie, my embarrassment is forgotten.
Ras’s gaze burns a trail up my body. Reverent. Worshipful. Hungry.
I’m wearing a black thong and no bra.
The cloud of frustration he has swirling around him seems to dissipate slightly as he takes me in. His eyes linger on my breasts for a few moments before he closes the distance and presses a kiss to my stomach.
Another to my hipbone.
Another to the little bow at the waistband of my thong.
He said he wouldn’t be gentle, but it’s as if he can’t help himself.
I shut my eyes in response to the sudden ache inside my chest.
His palms land on my ribcage and move skyward until they’re wrapped around my breasts. An appreciative breath escapes him.
“Fuck, these feel good,” he rasps against my skin, his lips still pressing kisses to my abdomen.
Warm pleasure slips through my veins at what he’s doing to me. How he’s touching me.
He drops one hand to my thigh, lifts my leg, and slings it over his shoulder.
I grab onto him to try to find my balance, but his hands tighten on my legs, and he lifts his gaze to meet mine. “You’re not going anywhere unless I let you, Peaches.”
There’s a steady drumbeat inside my chest.
Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
When his lips brush over the thin fabric of my thong, it speeds all the way up.
He hooks two fingers around the fabric, pulls it aside, and presses the flat plane of his tongue against my wet entrance.
“Oh God,” I moan as my pussy begins a slow, insistent ache that only grows with each pass of his tongue.
He licks around my opening, slow and unhurried. His fingers delve into my folds, pulling me apart so that he can drag his tongue over every exposed inch. Goosebumps spread over my flesh as he gets closer and closer to my engorged clit.
Need pangs inside of me. “Please.”
He understands. The first swipe he makes directly over my clit sends my pussy fluttering. I let my head fall back and shut my eyes, focusing all my attention on the pressure building between my legs.
The waves come slowly and then faster and faster. My nerve endings sing. Ras is making noises, satisfied and unashamed sounds, and they’re doing something to my head.
His lips wrap around my swollen clit, and he sucks. Hard.
I sob. My fingers dig into his scalp, pushing the hair tie down until it falls somewhere on the floor.
I’m right at the edge. My hips start moving, fucking his tongue.
“More, just a bit more,” I whine, feeling like an animal in heat.
He slips two thick fingers inside of me and curls them forward.
The orgasm crashes through me. A full-on collision. For a few seconds, I can’t breathe. All I can do is move my hips to the rhythm of the contractions deep inside my core while he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
