CHAPTER EIGHT
BELLA
“ Christ .” His mouth crashed down over mine in a hard kiss that he softened almost immediately. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be rough with you.” He drew back, his eyes begging an apology.
“Stop,” I murmured, and he reared back, though he still held me, his hands tangled in my hair. “Not like that. Stop worrying, Falcon. I’m not going anywhere unless you push me away.”
“Not happening.” He lowered his mouth to mine again, slower this time, and kissed me gently.
I wasn’t sure who moaned first. Our sounds mingled in the night air as he traced the shape of my lips with his tongue. The same as on the boat, Falcon never rushed me, or us. Everything movement was slow and sweet as he slipped his tongue onto my mouth. One hand closed delicately around my throat, tilting my head back to him. The other skated along my front, gathering the material of my dress in his fist.
Minutes into our broken kisses his breath came in hard pants. “This is more difficult than I expected,” he muttered.
“Then stop trying to control everything.” I rolled my shoulders back, arching into his touch when he brushed his thumb beneath my breast. I let out a gasp. “I like that.”
“Yeah?” His breath came heavy against my lips and then he was kissing me again, a little faster, but not rough. Whatever he’d decided, he kept a tight rein on his control, only letting out as much as he wanted to give in this moment.
“Mmm.” I made a non-committal noise until he used all his fingertips to stroke my breast. Sensation tingled over me, and I writhed in my place between his legs. “Falcon–”
“Fuck,” he growled, hauling me against him.
Our limbs tangled, as he shoved the jacket off me, tossing it aside and shifted, scooping me tight against his body. My back pressed against the mat, and suddenly I was looking up at him where he lay between my legs, every inch of him arched over. And every inch was suddenly very apparent.
“You know how I said I wasn’t afraid of that, much?” I bit my lip.
He leaned down and tugged my lip free with his teeth, licking and sucking on the tingling flesh until I whimpered and twisted beneath him.
“Keep moving like that and you’ll have nothing at all to be afraid of,” he promised me in a low voice.
“Oh,” was the only sound that came out of my mouth as I stared into unforgiving eyes that bore into me.
“But you tell me to stop and I’ll do it,” he promised, stroking his knuckles along my ribs, and over my hip. The material of my dress drew tight across my belly as he flexed his hand. “Be very damn clear about what you want or don’t want tonight, Bella. Because I know exactly who I want, and it’s you.”
“I—” My brain stalled. My mouth too.
The corner of his quirked. He kissed me gently. “It’s okay, beautiful. Am I scaring you yet?”
“It gets worse?”
I sighed when he didn’t answer, kissing me deeply until all of my panicked thoughts filtered away. He pulled back to brace one arm above me and flicked the top button undone on his shirt then pulled it over his head.
He was covered in ink, muscle, and completely waxed.
And the ink covered a smattering of scars that were scarier than anything we would do tonight.
“Touch me, Bella.” His voice tautened as he toyed with the strap of my dress. “I want this off you.”
Holding my breath because breathing no longer seemed logical, I stroked my hands along his chest, over defined pecs and planes of muscle that flexed beneath my fingers. Apparently I wasn’t the only one holding my breath. I found the long, pale slice that wound its way across his shoulder, traced that to a group of three tiny dots situated much lower that the ink I thought was a raven in flight didn’t quite cover.
“Are these…?”
“One of my father’s not-friends decided to take a few shots at him. I was in the road.” He shrugged like taking three bullets to his side was nothing.
“You were in the road? ” My voice rose a little on that last. “What, by design? By accident? How?—”
He caught my hand, kissing my fingers and tucked it into his over my head. “I stepped in, Bella. I didn’t want to lose another parent.”
I stared. “How old were you?” I whispered, my heart pounding.
“Eighteen.”
Three years ago. The year his mother died, from what he’d told me earlier. When I’d lost mine. I closed my eyes, my heart rate accelerating. “Falcon, I can’t?—”
He covered his mouth with mine, breathing into me. I sucked in his breath by reflex, my eyes flaring wide as he drew back.
“Breathe, Bella,” he whispered. “I’m alright. We’re here. Just here. Now. It’s just us.”
His hand fisted my dress and pulled it up at one side, flicking his thumb under my panties beneath.
“Tell me to stop, Bella,” he murmured. “Tell me no.”
I met his eyes that searched my face as he pressed his erection into me. His heart pounded so fast and hard I could hear it. This wasn’t his first time by far. Without asking, I knew that much about him. But this moment seemed to matter as much to him as it did to me.
I could have stammered and stuttered through some explanation to him, but instead I lifted my head and pressed my mouth to his, parting my lips and slid my tongue into his mouth.
His groan set every nerve ending in me on fire as he squeezed my hand tight in his and ground into me. The hand hooked into my panties tugged downward as he lifted his weight off me for a moment. I helped him pull them free of my body.
“I want to see all of you.” He swallowed hard. “But I understand if you aren’t okay with that.” The admission looked like it hurt him to say.
“I want to see you too,” I blurted.
His smile eased the pressure building inside me. “Anything, for you.” He kissed me as he flicked the straps on my shoulders, baring the tops of my breasts.
His lips touched every exposed inch as he worked on his belt and pushed his pants down. Somewhere along the line he kicked his shoes off. Mine came off too as he peppered kisses over my skin, peeling the dress from my body, licking and sucking as he traveled his way lower. Falcon nipped the soft skin at my belly lightly, and froze with his hand on my hip.
“What happened here?” His voice turned all rough and growly as he pressed his thumb down on tender flesh.
“Huh? Oh, I ran into the kitchen bench. I bruise up pretty fast.” I laughed, shrugging it off.
“No one hurt you?” He looked up my body at me.
“Just me.” I snorted. “Because I’m so graceful.”
“You are,” —he kissed my hip, then my stomach— “so beautiful. Nothing and no one,” —he licked my inner thigh, spreading my legs apart with the heels of his hands— “will ever compare to you.”
“So poetic,” I muttered, then gasped when he licked my thigh so close to my sensitive skin. “Oh, wow, don’t do— fuck,” I whispered when he bit down.
“You need to swear more,” he murmured, and bit on my other side.
“Keep doing that and I will— ow,” I cried. “Stop that!” I slapped at the top of his head lightly. “Why are you biting me?”
“You said your skin bruises easily.” He shrugged like that made it all that much clearer.
“And?” I frowned at him. “I thought you liked me. Don’t, you know, eat me.” my cheeks heated at the memory of him doing exactly that.
“A bit more than like, beautiful.” He pushed his body along mine and kissed me hard, possessively. “If you have marks on you, they sure as fuck better be my damn marks.”
“Oh.” Comprehension settled in at the same time as the weight of him pressed between my thighs. “Falcon?—”
“Easy, Bella. Not just yet.” He slid one hand between us, rubbing his fingers over my pussy, exploring and groaning. “Fuck, you feel so soft and damn good. I can’t wait to slide into you. You know this will hurt, right?”
I glared at him. “Virgin. Not idiot.”
“Noted.” He grinned and flicked my clit.
My sass transformed to molten heat. “I can’t—” I writhed beneath him as he taught me things I didn't know about my body, what I needed, how I needed him to touch me.
“You will. Again and again,” he promised me as he flicked my clit again and the world darkened.
My throat turned raw on a scream I didn’t remember voicing when he kissed me next, though his finger pressed deep inside me, working slowly. My body stretched and ached around him in a sensory overload I struggled to process.
“Again,” he whispered, working his hand faster.
I tightened around the intrusion, my cries muffled by his deep kisses as he brought me to the edge of insanity again and again. My fingernails dug into his arms until I was sure I’d leave my own fresh set of scars on his body.
“Too much,” I gasped as bliss broke over me again like the waves lapping at the base of the cliff face below us.
“Is there such a thing?” he teased, echoing my thoughts, and withdrew his hand gently, playing with me still. “Do you want me to stop?”
I knew what he was asking, and I shook my head. “Please don’t let me go. Not tonight.”
“Never will.” He kissed me again, sealing his vow between our lips as he pushed my hand between us, closing my fingers around him. “Touch me, Bella,” he murmured. Begged, almost.
I traced the shape of him, my panic growing as I knew this would hurt but the way his breath hissed between his teeth when I touched him pushed those thoughts aside. I watched his eyes, curious at his reactions as I rubbed my thumb over his velvety head, and closed my hand gently around him. His fist covered mine, squeezing hard. I let out a super unsexy squeak.
“Did I hurt you?”
He laughed. “No, but if you keep touching me that lightly like that I won't last more than a minute. Squeeze. Like this.” He pumped our hands together until his head dropped to watch us work his cock between our hands before he pushed my hand away on shuddering breath and kissed me. “Too good, Bella. Christ, I want to last for you.”
“I wanted to taste you,” I said shyly.
“Next time,” he promised, stretching one hand gently over my head and folding our fingers together. “Is this okay?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes. Please,” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He nodded and inched forward, halting suddenly. “Christ, I’m a fool. I’m not thinking straight tonight.” He reached for his jeans, but I stopped him.
“I’m on the shot. It helps with, um… you know…” Hell, could I be more embarrassing? Here the man above me was basically a mafia princeling sex god, and I was stuttering all over him.
“It helps with cramps?” he asked kindly, squeezing out hands together. “I get it, Bella. Mom was very open with me, tried to prep me for one day looking after someone I cared about.” He swallowed hard, staring down at me.
“I—” And we were back to stuttering land.
“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me when it’s too much, okay?”
I just nodded, running dry of anything useful to say.
He leaned down and kissed me, cupping my breast in one hand and stroking the nipple until I ached and arched beneath him. Heat pooled between my legs and he moaned too, pushing against my entrance. The head of him stretched me and I gasped.
“Hurting you?” he asked, stilling.
“It’s a lot,” I managed.
“You’re tight as hell,” he agreed. “Can I touch you?”
I nodded as he tucked me into his shoulder and slid his hand between us, working my clit gently. I moaned, already over-stimulated as he pushed his way inside me, stalling when he pressed against me and my entrance ached around his size. Was he big? I had no frame of reference. My mind tangented, and his hand stilled, then pinched me lightly until I gasped.
“Bella, look at me,” he commanded softly. “This next part is going to hurt. I can’t stop that. But I can show your body pleasure afterward. Alright?”
“Please, just?—”
He surged forward, filling me with his hard length. My world turned white, blinding me. I opened my mouth on a silent scream as he swore above me. Faintly, I became aware of him cradling my head in one hand, his weight still balanced over me. But the pain that ripped through me was all encompassing. I couldn’t get a breath in, let alone feel anything.
“Shhh, Bella. You’re okay. Christ, I’m so fucking sorry.” Falcon kissed the corner of my lips. “Jesus, girl. Be okay for me.” His worried eyes swam into view as I blinked for him.
“Fuck,” I whispered softly, not in a good way, once I could speak again. “That really?—”
“Hurts.” Falcon nodded. “I promised I’d remind your body how to feel pleasure. Let me.”
He kissed me again, light touches of lips and tongue that reminded me to breathe as I sank into his arms, and clung to him. His thumb brushed across my clit, strumming gently in the excess fluid spread over my flesh from our excess playtime before.
If I'd thought the orgasms he gave me before were amazing, it had nothing on this. For the first time I came around the solid feeling of him lodged deep inside me, lying completely still. His moan echoed mine as I unraveled around him, clamping down hard on his length as I cried his name to the darkened sky.
“Jesus,” he swore, jerking his hips. “You are a new form of torture, Bella. Fuck—” He swallowed hard, and gripped my hip. “I promised you it would be slow, didn't I?”
“You promised you wouldn’t leave or let me go.”
“I can do that.”
He began to move, slow at first, his arm wound around me, his other hand clasped tight to mine holding us linked together. One hand slipped down to throw my leg over his thigh as he drove his hips deeper.
“Falcon—” I cried out, arching as he growled above me.
“Christ, you’re the most beautiful creature,” he rasped as I fell apart for him again, trembling.
My entire body shook as he roared his own need and slammed into me three times, seating himself deep. I could feel him pulsing inside me as he came, pressing his weight down on me.
And I’d never felt so not alone in this place where I’d been so lonely without him.