Chapter 18 #2
Where there was anger and hurt from minutes ago is replaced with need. So much damn need . Another low moan breaks free when he takes the kiss deeper. Desperation and desire mainline into my bloodstream and send me on a high I never want to come down from.
Fallon has kissed me four times in my lifetime. Once to snap me out of a panic attack, once to shut me up, once to say goodbye, and now.
Sinking my hands into his thick, dark-blond hair, I fight for control of the kiss, wanting to punish him for the pleasure I’m feeling. His palm flattens around the nape of my neck, his long, masculine fingers tangling in my hair. With a sharp yank, he forces my head back.
“Does that feel like pity?”
This is the side of Fallon I used to fear as Old Elizabeth but came to love as New Elizabeth. The darkness that lurks behind the beautiful facade of the man.
“Fuck you,” I rasp, taunting the beast to come out from its cage.
“With pleasure.”
My back slides up the wall when he lifts me up, and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He pins me to the wall with his body, and I go up in flames when I feel the hard length of him push into my core.
Tendrils of desire weave their gossamer threads around me and pull them taut.
It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, one brush of my clit will send me hurtling over the edge of no return.
But it will be a spectacular fall.
I look down at him, and my pulse quickens. He is so handsome. Where Ryder was my light, Fallon has always been my dark. That darkness within him still exists, but I’ve never been afraid of it. And right now, I need it. I need him to bring me back to life after feeling numb and empty for so long.
Making my intent clear, I brace against the width of his shoulders and rotate my hips. His pupils blow, eclipsing the blue with midnight, and a thrill races through me.
His fingertips dig into my ass, and he grinds his hardness into me. The jolt of pleasure that sparks to life has me almost coming just from that one small point of contact. Like I said, it’s been a while.
“You need to be sure, Elizabeth. Once I have you, you’re mine.”
I’m scared out of my mind. The only man I’ve been with since the morning I ran to Fallon for help when my memories resurfaced is Ryder.
I no longer carry that youthfulness of my twenties.
I’m older. My body is different after giving birth to three children.
I know Fallon’s history with women. It would be ridiculous for me to presume that he didn’t sleep with anyone all the years he was gone.
How will I measure up when compared to them?
I don’t think. I take what I want, and damn the consequences.
As soon as my lips touch his and my hands mold to his face, Fallon releases a lust-filled groan.
Our kiss is all passion and heat. It marks the beginning of something wonderful between us.
No more holding back. My life has always been about choices.
And right now, I’m choosing happiness. I’m choosing to finally allow myself to move on.
I’m choosing Fallon.
“Are the kids here?”
“No, why?” I pant out.
He lowers me and spins me around, pushing me forward. Excited anticipation explodes at the impact of his hard body at my back.
“Hands above your head, Kitten,” his low, husky voice rumbles in my ear, and I immediately comply. “The first time I make love to you isn’t going to be a hasty, angry-fuck against the wall, sweetheart. But you will be screaming my name when I’m done with you.”
A hot ball of arousal coils tight when his clever fingers slip under the stretch waistband of my yoga pants. His grunt of pleasure is pure hedonism when he encounters no other barrier because I’m not wearing underwear.
“Tell me no. Tell me to stop,” he says, almost like a plea, as his hand slides lower.
No way in hell. I widen my stance and arch my back. My head drops onto his shoulder, and I freefall into the fathomless blue of his gaze.
“Don’t stop.”
That’s all the permission he needs.
Goose bumps scatter like falling stars over my skin as he teases his hand farther, cupping my heat. He breathes in deeply when he gathers my wetness with a finger and coats my clit with it.
“You feel like fucking heaven,” he says, rubbing gentle circles over my swollen nub that make my damn toes curl and my eyes roll back. Fallon sinks one finger inside me, then two, the rough calluses of his fingers a delicious scrape against my G-spot. “So fucking tight.”
My walls clamp down hard, and he groans his approval. He praises every obscene moan I make as he finger-fucks me slowly, keeping me right on the edge but not letting me tip over.
“Elizabeth.”
My eyes fly open when Fallon whispers my name.
There’s no lead-up or warning, just pure ecstasy when he commands, “Come.”
Like a supernova collapsing in on itself, my muscles seize, then split me wide open, and I climax violently, convulsing as I orgasm. Wave after never-ending wave that leaves me utterly, splendidly, completely shattered.
Fallon takes my mouth, kissing me deeply, as he quickly builds me back up again, and like he promised, I scream his name as my second orgasm hurls me into the euphoric bliss of oblivion.
He rides me through the aftershocks until I wilt in a repleted mess against the wall, holding me in place, his lips on my skin and his fingers still inside me.
“That was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
I rest my forehead against the cool wall and try to steady my breathing as every part of me buzzes. “Thank you.”
The simple gratitude doesn’t even come close to expressing how good I feel right now, but what else can I say to the man who gave me my first—and second—orgasms in over three years?
Chuckling, Fallon nips the tender flesh of my neck, soothing the sting with his tongue, and I whole-body tremble.
“Making you come is my absolute pleasure.”
Somehow finding the strength, I turn in his arms. My hands gravitate to his chest, and I splay them flat across his pectorals, feeling the strong beat of his heart underneath his shirt.
“I can’t give you children.” Because, lord knows, that ship has sailed for me.
He softly strokes his thumb up the curve of my neck. “You already have. I love your kids as if they were my own.”
A tear slips past. “But what if we’re not enough?”
He cocks his head, and my heart swoons. I love it when he does that.
“Kitten, you are so fucking wrong. You, Charlotte, Chris, and Marcus are more than enough. You’re my everything .”
This man and his words.
Fallon is multifaceted and has many sides.
Cocky, angry, violent, and dangerous used to be the big four.
When I finally got to know him better during our trip around the world, I discovered the hidden parts of him.
The parts that were vulnerable and broken.
The parts of him that he only showed me and no one else.
“Why would you want this?”
Me, my life, and all its trappings…and the baggage that comes with it. A huge part of me will always be in love with Ryder. Fallon deserves better. He deserves to have love given to him with a whole heart, not settle for one that’s broken.
He wipes a tear away with a sweep of his thumb and feathers my lips with the softest of kisses that destroys me in the best possible way.
“Because the only thing I have ever truly wanted—is you.”