When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)(76)

The arousal in his gaze flickers. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

I barely think about it before I say, “I’ll deal with it later.” There’s no way we’re stopping now.

He seems to be of the same opinion because he only gives me a terse nod, and then he’s finally taking off his pants, grabbing my ass, and helping me straddle him on the bed.

He kisses me, pulling on my bottom lip. “Put my cock in you. Since you did such a good job, I’ll let you set the pace.”

I wrap my palm around his hard length and position it against my dripping entrance. Maybe I should be nervous right about now, but all I can think about is getting that orgasm he just stole from me.

That’s probably what he wanted, I realize. To get me so turned on that any worrying about possible pain would be an afterthought.

I lower myself onto him. Inch by inch, he disappears inside of me until there’s some resistance. I halt, breathing deeply as I get adjusted to his size. His hold on my hips is firm. He’s tense all over.

Our eyes lock. He’s hardly breathing. I think it’s taking all of his control to stay still.

“I just have to do it, don’t I?”

He kisses me. Licks my bottom lip. “You can handle it.”

I grasp his shoulders and impale myself onto him in one fell swoop.

Ras hisses while I gasp. The pain is sharp, but it only lasts a moment. I suck in air, my muscles trembling, and my heart pounding inside my chest.

“Peaches, you all right?”

“Fine,” I squeeze out, pressing my face into the crook of his neck.

His hands rub circles over my lower back. “Try to relax. You’re clamping around me.”

I slow my breathing and concentrate on getting my muscles to soften.

Seconds pass. The pain is nearly gone, flashing only at the edges, so I make a tentative rock with my hips.

Ras moans. “Fuck.” He makes a shallow thrust, meeting my next movement. I gasp and find a rhythm that works for me, riding him with more and more confidence.

I’m so full, but it’s good. So damn good.

Ras kisses me and then pulls back, looking down between us. “Cazzo,” he mutters as he watches his cock disappear inside my tight hole. “That’s my fucking girl.”

He grabs me by the ass, and I have the sense to wrap my legs around him right as he stands up. The move is so smooth, it’s like I weigh nothing.

We cross the room. He presses my back against the floor-to-ceiling window and slams into me, not holding back this time. I glance over my shoulder and feel a frisson of fear mix with the frenzied pleasure.

The glass is tinted enough so that no one can see inside, but I can definitely see out.

The city sprawls below me. We’re on the sixty-second floor.

Ras’s teeth clamp down on the side of my throat. From the way his rhythm is becoming broken, I think he’s getting close.

Then he shifts his grip on my hips, hits a new spot just right, and the flame inside me roars.

“I’m close,” I whine. “I’m so close.” My eyes flutter shut as I hurl toward oblivion.

“That’s it,” he grunts against my neck. “God, baby, that’s it. You’re doing so fucking well. Come on my cock.”

Everything shatters.

My pussy clamps down on Ras again and again, each spasm making my toes curl and my legs twitch. I’m delirious with pleasure as I grab onto him, my nails carving half moons on his muscular back.

He keeps going for another few pumps before he groans, spills himself into me, and holds me even tighter than before.

My forehead falls against his shoulder. I’m not sure where he ends and I begin.

“Fuck,” he pants. “It’s a miracle I’m still standing.”

I thread my fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his shoulder. There are no words.

Eventually, he pulls back and kisses me.

Takes me into the shower.

Cleans me.

Puts me in bed.

It all blurs in a tender, languid haze.

The last thing I remember before I pass out is him scooping me against his chest and his heart going ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum against my cheek.





CHAPTER 25





GEMMA


The bed is empty when I wake up the next morning.

There are voices coming from the living room. It’s Ras and Cleo, but I can’t make out what they’re saying.

I sit up in bed, noticing the slight ache between my legs, and that’s all it takes for last night to come flooding back to me.

Ras and I had sex.

And God, if it wasn’t everything I wanted.

I drag my palm over my cheek and wrap it around my throat, remembering how he held me.

I don’t regret it. Not a second of it.

Whatever happens now, it was worth it.

Gingerly, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and my gaze lands on the bedside table.

There’s a box on it. Plan B. Ras must have gotten up early to buy it this morning.

For a second, I allow myself to wonder what would happen if I didn’t take it. If I got pregnant with Ras’s baby. There’s a perverse kind of pleasure at allowing my mind to wander in that destructive direction, like when you’re driving down the highway and you imagine what would happen if you swerve into the incoming lane.