Page 148 of When She Falls (The Fallen)
His eyes spark. “Why don’t you get on my lap and check?”
“I’m hungry,” I say, waving my hand at my plate.
“I’ve got something I can feed you.”
Even though I feel lower than I’ve ever felt before, he manages to make me laugh. “Stop it. I’m trying to enjoy this pasta.”
He drags his hand up my thigh, pushes it beneath my dress, and stops at the edge of my underwear. He digs into his food, but his fingers brush back and forth over my skin, drifting closer and closer toward my center without ever quite reaching it.
Heat travels up my body in a slow wave.
He keeps his gaze on me, an amused glint in his eyes as he watches me try to pretend like I’m unaffected by his touch.
I’m wet by the time I’m done with my pasta, and my breaths come out in short pants. “Ras,” I rasp.
He arches a brow. His plate is still half full.
“Eat faster,” I beg as he slides the tip of his finger beneath the fabric and brushes it over my sensitive slit.
He chases his next bite with some wine and then picks up a napkin and presses it against his lip. He pulls his hand away, pushes his plate aside, and pats the surface of the table like he wants me to get on it.
Excitement runs up my spine.
I stand up.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, his voice a low rumble. Fire blazes inside his hazel eyes.
When I slip the straps of the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the ground, Ras makes a satisfied sound. He waits until my panties fall alongside the dress and then says, “Good girl. Now, get on the table and spread those thighs open. I’m ready for my next course.”
I do as he says, my clit pulsing with excitement and my nipples puckered, eager for his attention. It’s easy to obey him. The thought reminds me that very soon I’ll have to do the opposite… Oh God, I’ll have to tell him—
He wraps his big hands over my thighs, leans forward, and buries his face inside my cunt.
His tongue momentarily chases away the thoughts pressing in on me, the ones that carve out pieces of my heart. Ras feasts on my pussy until I’m begging for him to fuck me, to get inside of me, to fill me up.
My thighs are shaking and drops of sweat are sliding between my breasts when he finally stands up and fists the hair at my nape. “So greedy,” he says against my lips as he deftly undoes his belt. I taste myself on him. Smell my arousal on his beard. “I love when you’re desperate for my cock.” His tongue slides over my bottom teeth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel him prod against my opening. I reach between us and slide him inside of me. He groans and starts to roll his hips, his mouth still locked on mine.
It feels so,sogood.
My heels dig into his thighs as he speeds up his thrusts. My back arches. The table jitters beneath us, the dishes and the cutlery clanking so loudly I’m afraid they’ll break, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m not about to ask him to. Not when I can feel my orgasm coming on, my body becoming engulfed in flames.
Mindless and all-encompassing need pulses inside of me. My nails dig into Ras’s back, leaving half-moon marks and tearing at his skin.
“Fuck,” he says raggedly, his cock deep inside of me, and his hot breath by my ear. “You’re too good. Too fucking good. I’m going to—”
The words push me over, contractions coming on suddenly and with such force they take me aback. I gasp. There’s no air inside my lungs. I’ve forgotten how to breathe.
I clutch onto Ras and feel him tense up as he finds his own release. He groans, his hold on me tightening until it’s painful, but the pain somehow feels just right.
A tear leaks out of my eye. God, I need to pull myself together.
“I love you, Peaches,” he says, tracing the words with his lips against my temple, and my blood freezes.
I love you too. When I think of you, there’s thisoverwhelming feeling inside my chest, as if I’m coming down the peak of a rollercoaster.
I press my face against his bare chest, hiding the cascade of tears. His heart is pounding.
I can’t say it back, no matter how desperately I want to. If I do, I won’t be able to leave. I won’t be able to break his heart, which is what I have to do.
