Page 110 of Falling Into Forever
She nods and shivers in my arms.
I pull her body tightly against mine and tilt her head to the left to kiss her neck. My breath hits her skin, making it warm and damp, and I don’t stop until goosebumps pebble in my wake.
“I have a few ways I can do that, and none of them involve clothes.” My hands fall to her T-shirt, and it’s over her head before I finish speaking. Then I turn her in my arms so we’re chest to chest and crowd her until her legs hit the bed.
“Oh, Saylor,” I say reverently as I lay her on the sheets. “How many ways can I make you come tonight?” She bites her bottom lip, and the sight of her rips a groan from my throat. “I’m going to lick, nip, mark, and defile every inch of your pretty body so when I leave tomorrow, you’ll remember who you belong to and who belongs to you.”
“Okay. Okay,” she pants. “That…That’s a good start.”
My laughter starts in my belly and works its way up my chest, and when it releases from my mouth, I swear I’m ten pounds lighter.
“I’ll show you a good start. A good middle and a good ending.” I don’t wait for a response. I join her on the bed and get to work—earning my keep.
CHAPTER30
SAYLOR
When Dante touches me, my body comes alive like shooting stars. I don’t feel weird or empty. With him, I’m just me.
With him, I remember all the ways I used to be and all the ways I want to be again. He’s a secret door between my heart and mind. Somehow, he pulls them together to make me whole again.
“Stay with me, Saylor,” he demands, then trails kisses down my sternum, removing the rest of my clothing as he goes.
“I am,” I whimper. He takes a nipple between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue, then releases it with a pop that tingles in my core.
“You’re not, but you will be.” He lifts onto his forearms and studies my face. “What’s going on in your head, Sayls?”
I’m really starting to miss the days when tears weren’t my default. “Us,” I say honestly. “How you make me feel.”
His smile is a balm to wounds that haven’t closed. “How do I make you feel, sweetheart?” His gaze never leaves mine, but his fingers roam lazily down my center.
“Alive.” I gasp when he circles my clit, but my admission has him halting his assault on my lady parts.
“Alive? Explain.”
I try and fail to swallow past the lump in my throat. It’s cemented in place and refusing to budge.
“Tell me,” he coaxes in his deep, silvery voice.
How do I explain something I’m only now recognizing? Wanting to reach for my necklace, I drop my gaze to my fingers that flex against the sheets. Instead of grasping for the security of my pendant, I wrestle with my emotions—not to lock them away in a bottle, but to organize them so I can explain what’s happening in my mind.
Dante is as patient as ever. The love he showers me with gives me strength because I know he’s there waiting for me. With a deep breath, I try to explain the reality of me—of what I’ve lived with.
“I’ve spent so long feeling broken, so many years disconnecting from the world so it wouldn’t hurt as much when I lost someone or something. It’s overwhelming.”
He straddles my legs and wraps his hands around my scalp, cradling me.
“What’s overwhelming?” he pleads. His cock hangs heavy against my hip. It’s so distracting that I stare at the ceiling to focus. “Look at me.”
I blink feverishly, trying to make sense of everything rushing through me. How do I put into words something that’s so wholly encompassing that not even my old hurts and fears are reaching me right now?
“What’s overwhelming?” he asks again.
“Feeling so much after actively blocking my feelings for so long.” Embarrassed, I lower my lashes, but I can’t move away because he has control of my face.
“Give me more, Saylor.”
His hip shifts, and the thick head of his shaft slides through my lower lips. I gasp and arch my back, but I don’t break away from his gaze.
