Page 119 of A Dark Fall
I tilt my body up to take him deeper. “Yes. So much ...”
He looks satisfied as he moves to unbutton the front of my dress, tugging it open to expose my nipple and take it into his mouth. He flicks his tongue over it first, wet mouth coaxing it to sensitivity before he sucks on it hard. When he lifts his head again, he looks so focused—so intense it takes my breath away a little. Then he begins to circle his hips even faster.
“I belong inside you,” he says. “I belong here.” He presses his hand flat over my heart before kissing me hard with his eyes wide open.
“He couldn’t look away from you for a second in case he lost you or something ...”
As I lean up to kiss him again, I wrap my legs around him to bring him even deeper inside.
“Jake ...” There are no words I can say, so I stop trying to find them and just hold onto his mouth with my teeth as he begins to speed up. It’s glorious. He mouths at my neck as he moves into me at an almost painful pace.
But then he stops, sliding out of me completely, leaving me cold and aching.
“Jake ... w—what are you doing? Please ... I need you,” I whine.
He takes his cock in his hand and begins to rub it on the outside of my body, around my opening, teasing me. I feel like sobbing. His breathing is labored and deep, a thin sheen of sweat over his forehead. He looks as if he’s trying to calm himself.
“Do you remember when I told you that one day, I’d get you to beg me to fuck you hard?” he says.
I nod and bite my lip.
“I need you to ask me to fuck you hard right now. I need you to know how fucking mental the thought of losing you made me. I need you to feel it.”
The look in his eyes is strange, and I don’t entirely understand, but I’m also sure I’d do anything he asked me to. So, I nod. He leans down and kisses me tenderly, the softest he’s kissed me all night, before he slides inside me again, slowly. Too slowly. I want it rougher, harder. And tonight, I will beg him for it.
“Harder, Jake. Please,” I beg. “I need you to fuck me harder. Show me what I mean to you.”
His eyes flare, and he takes hold of my hips and slams into me in one hard, deep thrust. A guttural groan comes from his throat as he does. As I feel the scream of pure pleasure crawl up my throat, I bite down on my hand to stop it from escaping. I can’t think. I don’t need to think. All I need is to feel him. To feel how the space between our bodies ceases to exist.
“I can’t lose you again, Alex. I can’t ever lose you again, baby ...” he murmurs as he buries his face in my neck and continues to thrust. It’s almost painful, but the pleasure eclipses it, each slide of his body hitting a place inside me I didn’t know existed before.
“You won’t. You can’t ...” I manage.
He crashes his mouth onto mine again and kisses me roughly, biting at my lip as he takes me hard. Harder than I’ve ever been taken. As he fucks me.
“You feel so good, baby. I love being inside you. I love fucking you ...” His words aren’t stable—they’re part-moan, part-growl, but they’re forceful. “I can’t lose you again,” he repeats as he kisses his way down to my throat, my neck. My eyes close as I focus hard on every delicious movement he makes. “Alex ... fuck, baby, I love you.”
My heart skips, and my eyes snap open as I process the words.
He lifts my leg, and I lose my train of thought again because he’s so deep, and it feels so good, and the noises he’s making drown out every other sound. The feel of his breath on my neck and his tongue on my throat and his smell in my nose drives me insane. My orgasm is sudden and blinding, and as he slows his thrusts a fraction, my body grabs onto him from the inside, caressing him desperately.
This time, I don’t put my hand in my mouth to muffle my screams. This time, I grip his shoulders and cry his name so loud it scrapes the back of my throat on the way out.
“That’s it, come around my cock. I feel you. So good—fuck, yes ...” he growls.
When his movement begins to speed up again, I’m helpless, boneless, and powerless beneath him. I like the feel of it though. The feel of his powerful body pounding into my own like this. I like the feel of him using his strength and power to take my body however he wants. I more than like it. I know then that it won’t be the last time I beg him to fuck me hard.
“Fuck, Alex ...” He thrusts once more, his body stilling for an instant before I feel his orgasm rock through his body. He lets out a depraved-sounding moan as he chases his pleasure, followed by smaller, quieter ones aided by the slow rocking of his hips.
He brings his head up to kiss me again, first on the mouth and then on each cheek, and then, lastly, on my forehead. He fucks the last of himself into me before his hips slow to a stop, his chest heaving with shallow, ragged breaths.
Then, with his mouth nuzzled against my ear so there is no mistake this time, he tells me he loves me again.
He loves me. He means it. It wasn’t something that fell out of his mouth in the middle of frenzied sex. He loves me.
Like I love him.
From nowhere, I feel tears well up behind my eyes, my heart swelling to bursting point. He loves me, and I love him. It’s earth-shattering.