Page 45 of Trust the Fall

“Are you sure, Victoria?”

I want to scream. I’ve never been so sure in my life.

There’s no need for words—he can read my expression—but I say the word anyway, “Now.”

In one swift move, he pushes into me, sliding several inches inside. I groan at the feeling of him filling me. It’s not enough. I need more.

My muscles clamp around him, stretching to adapt his fullness.

“You’re... perfect, love,” he groans as he begins to move.

He lets out a harsh gasp, his breaths coming quicker.

“More,” I beg, and he obliges, pumping into me harder.

Heat sweeps through me, and I know it won’t be long. He must be on the edge too, because his fingers dig into my flesh as he slams into me over and over again.

“Yes,” I cry out as my orgasm peaks. My muscles spasm and clamp around him, drawing out a guttural cry, signaling he’s falling too.

Thrusting into me a few more time, he eventually collapses on top of me, breaths coming out in staccato gasps.

We lay like this for several minutes, both lost in the aftereffects of that orgasm, sated and exhausted. When he pulls out, it leaves me with an emptiness I’ve never felt before. I never want to be without him.

His forehead rests against mine as his hand caresses my cheek. “Everything has changed. You know that, right?”

He doesn’t have to elaborate. I know exactly what he means. There’s no coming back from this. All thoughts of getting back into Heaven someday are gone.

And I’m fine with that. It’s no longer my dream. He owns every piece of me.

He’s all that matters.

“I know.” It’s all I say, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips.

“Are you two done?” a female yells up the loft stairs, and I go still.

“Who is that?” I whisper, and Luke grunts.

“Leeanna. We got a bit carried away, and I sort of forgot my promise to Heaven.”

My brow lifts as I sit up, forcing Luke to sit back on his heels. “What’s happening?”

“Come on, you two. This wasn’t part of the deal,” she yells up.

He ignores her. “Get dressed. The archs want a meeting with you. They have some information you’ll want to hear.”

I don’t miss the shift in Luke’s demeanor. It’s as if everything that just happened between us has been forgotten. He’s cold. Aloof. And it pisses me off.

“Don’t do this. Don’t push me away.”

His shoulders sag as a heavy breath rushes from his chest. He drags me into his chest. “My attitude has nothing to do with you, Victoria. It’s them. I’ve... had to agree to a truce of sorts with them in order to get you back.”

“You were locked out of Hell,” I say, mostly to myself. “Why?”

“Get dressed, and they’ll explain everything.” He stands from the bed, pulling on his pants and turning his back to me.

“No,” I shoot back. “I want to hear it from you.” I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a coldness sweep through me.

Something is wrong.

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