Chapter 28
Fallon
“I saw that you were perfect and I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more.”
Angelita Lim
There was no such thing as a perfect relationship. Even moments of raw passion were often conflicted with anxiety or denial. Fantasies were amazing in their depth and breadth, ignoring reality and even common sense.
Often no matter how much we wanted to believe in heroes, they simply didn’t exist, at least in the way we’d hoped for.
Vissarian was both perfect and imperfect, a man who allowed his emotion to war with his plans. As much as I’d wanted to hate his arrogance and brutal acts of power, everything combined had ignited the woman deep inside.
Somewhere I’d read that it took a woman a hundred and twenty-five days to fall in love. That made the way I was feeling even more ridiculous, but the difference was I felt as if I’d known him all my life.
Maybe because he’d cared so deeply for my sister.
As he rubbed his lips against my cheek, brushing the softest kiss so far against my neck, I shuddered.
The tips of his fingers scaled my skin as he trailed them down my arms to my thighs.
Every inch of me was on fire, the anticipation of feeling the heavy weight of his body crushed against mine leaving me breathless.
Vissarian slowly dropped to his knees, his fingers dancing across my skin. Awash in tingles, quiet moans slipped past my lips. He was being so tender, so passionate that I was in awe of his control.
He pressed my legs apart, taking a deep inhale and holding it. With his long eyelashes skimming across his cheeks, I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him. I gripped his shoulder, my body already swaying and the night was young.
His smile was almost menacing, but I knew him well enough to realize that he was doing nothing more than teasing me. He wanted me to beg him for his cock.
Not yet.
When he shifted my hips forward, I was forced to grip his shoulders for fear of falling. He blew across my already aching pussy, barely darting his tongue around my clit.
Even the light touch was enough I tossed my head back, smiling as I studied the way the ceiling fan created shadows. His hot breath was exciting, my pulse racing, and the moment he darted his tongue around my clit in several slow and easy circles, I knew my usual refusal to beg would be gone.
Vissarian knew exactly what he was doing, driving me crazy, building the anticipation.
The man wanted me incapable of saying no to him.
As if I could or he’d allow that to matter.
He pulled my tender tissue into his mouth, sucking in a way that I could hear his teeth grinding together. The man was going to turn me into a pile of mush.
I bit back a cry, still worried Carlos and his friends would hear, but as stars floated in front of my eyes, I sensed a losing battle.
Somehow, Vissarian managed to pull me even closer, his tongue finding the length of my wetness. My legs continued to tremble, my mind incapable of processing anything but the extreme pleasure he was providing.
The man was a serious master and my pussy continued to throb in a way that I knew meant I was already yielding to his mouth’s demands. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I took several shallow gasps.
“So wet, baby. So fucking wet. I thought you didn’t want me.” Even his accent seemed more pronounced, his desire as off the charts as mine.
“Nope. Not even a little.”
“Such a bad liar.” Vissarian just had to prove me wrong. When he drove his tongue into my tight channel, my muscles clamped around it and I let out an intense moan.
A tiny laugh followed from a shade of embarrassment. He had a way of making everything seem dirty, filthy as sin, but I adored every moment of what he was doing to me.
He rolled a single thumb around my clit as he continued to feast, finally thrusting two of his fingers inside. The way he flexed them wide open filled me completely, stretching me as if preparing me for his big, fat cock.
I scratched my nails down his neck to his shoulder blade, creating a mark of my own as he’d done with his lips and tongue. The sensation of being lost in the moment, in being captivated by the man was so sweet, almost innocent.
Yet everything about the way I was feeling was creating a vulnerability that I should push away from.
It was too late for that.
So I allowed myself to fall completely as another wave of intense vibrations took me to the very plateau of ecstasy that only he’d managed to bring me to.
“Oh. Yes. Yes.”
He didn’t stop, his tongue licking me more fervently as he plunged his fingers in hard and deep. I was no longer certain I was still standing, unable to feel my legs. Only the pull of his lips and tongue as he devoured me.
My gasps turned into breathless moans as the climax ripped through me like a sweeping tidal wave. The pleasure was so intense I was momentarily blinded.
Nothing deterred him, not even when I tried to push his shoulders since I was suddenly so sensitive. He refused to let me go, gliding his tongue inside my pussy while he curled his fingers. How he knew exactly where to find my G-spot was beyond me, but I was suddenly spiraling out of control.
If he kept this up, I’d soon faint.
Maybe he could tell I was losing my mind since I found myself positioned on a soft bed, able to rake my arms across the puffy comforter as he finished tormenting me.
Blinking furiously, I peered up at him while I raked my fingers through his hair. Even short, the locks were thick and luxurious. As the orgasm finally began to fade away, I lolled my head to the side, almost able to see the waves as they peacefully crashed against the shore.
He stood, giving me a quick show, brushing the flats of his hands down his chest.
In the warm hue of moonlight I was able to see his deep-seated emotions. They floored me as much as the man had done in killing to protect me.
The intensity locked me in another moment where nothing else mattered. He was that powerful, that all-consuming in a way he could barely contain.
He walked closer, finally crawling onto the bed. I noticed his chest was heaving, the sounds he emitted soulful growls. I was surprised Bella hadn’t come running into the room. Perhaps she knew this man would never allow anything to happen to her or to her mommy dog.
A single tear slipped from my eye, trickling ever so slowly to the comforter.
Vissarian noticed, leaning over and instead of gathering the salty bead with his finger, he did so with his tongue. The moment was so unexpected that I almost told him exactly how I felt.
Maybe he already knew because the intensity remained, perhaps increasing as he eased my legs apart with his knee. The crush of his weight was exactly what I wanted and soon our arms and legs were intertwined as the longing was all we were capable of thinking about.
He lifted my arms over my head, his eyes alone commanding I keep them there. He bent one leg, pushing my knee to the comforter and tormented me even further by rubbing his cockhead up and down my slickened pussy.
Tiny prickles of electricity cascaded down my entire body in waves.
That was the moment I lost my resolve, a personal promise not to beg. “Fuck me, Vissarian. I need your cock.”
“Patience, baby girl. Patience.”
I lifted my hips in response and the smile he offered could light up a room. He toyed with me for a few minutes, driving his fingers into my pussy, but I knew he was the one losing patience.
As soon as he placed the tip of his cock against my swollen folds, he lifted his body, arching his back before driving every inch of his shaft inside.
“Oh…” I jerked up, immediately ignoring his unspoken rule. I needed to touch him, to have my fingertips seared while imprinting my fingerprints on his skin.
Just like I wanted him to paint me with his scent.
He stroked the inside of my thigh ever so gently. I curled my other leg around his hip and he cocked his head.
“I forgot to mention. You’re never going to be in charge.” His actions deliberate if not forceful, he pushed my other leg to the comforter. Now I was wide open and vulnerable just as he preferred me to be.
But I didn’t mind.
I was giving him all of me without question.
He knew it.
We both felt the deep connection that couldn’t be turned off or ignored.
He rose onto both arms until they were straight before pulling out until just the tip was inside. With his eyes darting back and forth, he thrust into me again. The force was just enough the bed shifted, even creaking.
His grin was almost boyish, captured by the shimmer of light in a way that also accentuated his masculine beauty. Every muscle flexed as he lowered his head, even daring to lick his lips to entice me.
As if I needed him to drive me any crazier than I already was.
He had a way about him that continued to be insufferable, yet so darn cute.
My pussy muscles clamped around the thickness, still throbbing from the incredible orgasm. As he’d done before, when his lips brushed across mine, my body refused to stop shaking.
The kiss was gentle at first, a beautiful reminder of our intense connection. But as with all things with the man, the moment of intimacy became rougher, more possessive. Soon the kiss was taking me to somewhere else where all time had stopped.
I tried to dominate his tongue, swishing it back and forth, but as always, I should have known better.
There was something so empowering about him taking control of me, bending me to his will while providing me with exactly what I needed.
The sweet dance continued for a few minutes as he developed a perfect rhythm. When he finally pulled away, he kept his lips close before the corners ticked into a smile.