Page 53 of Falcon

Chapter 12

Faith

Holy shit. I’m going to have sex with Falcon Masen. Holy fuck. Holy Fuck. Holy Cow. Wow.

Breathe, Faith. Breathe. Focus. Focus on what feels good. Don’t be insecure. Be yourself. Have fun.

I chant this mantra in my head over and over and over as he shifts me around to lie on the couch, and as he settles between my legs, still clothed, and proceeds to kiss the shit out of every inch of exposed skin I have.

I lift my hands toward him and tug on the fabric of the shirt at the back of his neck, tugging it over his head. He assists me, and tosses it to the side.

I will never get over his body. It’s so toned and beautiful. Not so muscular that it’s gross, but enough no one would want to fuck with him. Just the sight of it makes my heart beat faster, if that’s even possible right now. It already feels like it may explode. My nerves are starting to take over and I want to get this moving before I chicken out.

I slide my hands into his jeans and try to push them down, but his voice stops me.

“Hey, hey.” He brushes my hair from my face. “There’s no rush. I want to take my time with you.” He lays a kiss to my lips. “Cherish you.” My nose. “Taste you.” My neck. “Enjoy you.” My chest. “Drive you out of your mind.”

I lick my lips and drop my eyes closed. “Please,” I beg.

“On one condition.” He sits back on his haunches and slowly begins to ease my shorts and panties down my body.

“Anything.”

“You keep your eyes open.” He pulls my shorts and panties over my toes and tosses them aside, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down, but I’m not ashamed. I’m not embarrassed that he’s seeing my body. I don’t have time to be, because as soon as he sets eyes on me they fill with fire, like he’s never seen anything he has wanted more.

“I won’t close them.” I reach up and grip the arm of the sofa above my head.

“Good girl.”

Fuck. Me.

Those two words somehow send my libido from ten to fifty in a millisecond. I think I can actually feel the moisture seeping from my body.

He bends forward and places a kiss to my thigh, right over my tattoo, then rubs the scruff from his chin against my skin until it leaves a trail of fire in the most delicious way.

I watch him settle his shoulders between my thighs, feeling his hot breath on my pussy, and I feel him lift my shirt just a bit when he grips my waist. I tip my head back, and against the rules, drop my eyes closed.

But then…he stops.

“Falcon. What? Okay, okay. I’ll open my eyes.” I look down between my legs and I see him staring at the space above my pussy, right at my pelvis.

My scars.

“Faith…what—”

“No. Not right now.” I grip him by the face and pull him up, dragging him up my body.

I can’t talk about that. I won’t let that ruin this.

I refuse.

My body feels like it is going to explode, but instead of flames, I’ll burst into a cacophony of neon colors and sparkling lights.

That’s what this man does to me. He makes me feel inhuman in the most incredible way. He doesn’t question why I don’t want to talk about the scars. He doesn’t make me feel guilty or weird, he just moves his body back over mine and buries his face in the crook of my neck, feasting on my pulse like a vampire.

Maybe that’s what he is? No man with blood pumping through his veins could be this incredible. Every path his hands take on my skin leaves a trail of scorching flames. I’m tingling. Burning.

I bring one hand down, slipping it under the waist of his jeans, pushing the denim down.

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