When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)(62)

“What about the thong—”

Ras rips it off me.

"Sit up," he commands and helps me get into an upright position while I'm straddling his waist.

He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it away before moving to unclasp my bra. He drags the straps down my arms, his gaze flashing with hunger when he sees my bare breasts.

Embarrassment fans through me. I'm completely naked, while he's fully dressed, but when I raise one palm to cover myself, he takes it and pins it to my side.

"No," he rasps. "Let me get my fill. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He caresses my skin, memorizing every dip and curve. He slides his rough hands up my bare thighs and then spreads my pussy lips open.

I suck in a harsh breath. There's a steady hum beneath my flesh.

His fingers find my center, and he groans. “Peaches, you’re soaked. Let me get a taste.”

The heat spreading across my skin ratchets up at that.

“Wh-what?”

His gaze is molten. “Not the time to be shy. Come up here and sit on my face.”

While I consider his invitation, he pinches my nipples and rolls his hips, creating delicious friction against my clit. “You want me to beg for that pussy? I want it now, Gemma. Right. Fucking. Now.”

I flush all over.

He drops his palms to squeeze my ass and then pushes me up his body, getting me where he wants me in no time.

“Lower,” he growls as I hover above him.

My breathing is ragged. “What if you can’t breathe?”

“That’s the idea.” He grips my upper thighs and tugs me down in one fell swoop.

His tongue drags over my slit, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. The pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever made myself feel before.

He fucks me with his tongue, taking turns between that and sucking on my clit.

Suddenly, that orgasm doesn’t seem all that out of reach.

“Shit,” I pant.

I slap my palm against the window. “Keep doing that.”

He makes a satisfied noise and squeezes my thighs harder.

It doesn’t take him long to work me into a state where all rational thoughts are gone.

My fingers are buried in his hair. I’m grinding on his face, forgetting all about my earlier fears of suffocation, and he slaps my ass, encouraging me to keep going.

I moan, my butt cheek stinging deliciously from the impact. Somehow, it only heightens the pleasure.

He slides one hand lower and pushes a thick finger inside of me while he circles my clit with his tongue.

It’s that novel intrusion that sends the wave building inside of me crashing.

I gasp through the orgasm, my body undulating above him. “Ras… Oh God.”

He keeps lapping at my pussy, gentler now, his eyes trained on me as I shiver and spasm.

When I finally stop moving, he gives me one more long, thorough lick, and then he drags me down his body.

His face lines up with mine, and he pulls me down for a kiss, forcing me to taste myself on his lips.

I feel myself falling deeper into this fantasy. One where there’s just me and him, and the rest of the world doesn’t matter.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes dark pools of lust as he stares at me.

“What other ideas do you have?” I whisper, sliding my hand between us and cupping him over the fabric of his sweatpants.

He shivers as I drag my hand up and down.

Not that I have any experience, but he seems…large. A shiver runs through me. What would it feel like to have him deep inside of me?

Something shifts in his expression, like he’s wondering the very same thing.

“My other ideas—” he swallows thickly, “—would all end with you being thoroughly ruined for your marriage.”

My pussy clenches even as reality starts to creep back in.

I’m still engaged to Rafaele. I’m still getting married. Until I talk to Vince, I’m not in any position to make other plans.

I don’t know if I should be looking for an exit route. I’m not even sure one exists.

That means Ras and I can’t cross that line.

The fantasy comes crashing down.

Ras stiffens as I sit up.

I disentangle myself from him and awkwardly slide back onto my seat. We’ve made the windows of the car all foggy.

Ras lifts up his seat and wipes the window to his left with his palm while I pull on my clothes.

We sit there in silence for another minute before he gives me a long, searching look and then turns on the car.





CHAPTER 20





RAS


I’m lying on the bed, staring at the chandelier hanging above my head.

My cock is hard. Weeping. I take it into my fist, close my eyes, and give it a few pumps as my imagination goes back to that car.

Her gasps. The way she clenched her thighs around my ears. Her earthy juices dripping into my mouth and soaking my beard. I can still smell them now.

I wanted to fuck her until she forgot her own name, but I didn’t even let her touch me.

Why, you fucking fool?

Because the only thing she wanted from me was a release. A distraction from the bad news she’d received.

And I’m starting to realize I want a hell of a lot more.

I speed up, eager to get it done with and get her out of my head. I don’t want to drag this out.