London Falling (Falling #2)(22)

After a couple breaths, he opened his eyes. They shone so bright it almost hurt to look at them. “You’re divine,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of complete and utter bliss sink into every pore. Then I lifted slowly, dragging his length along the walls within. When I got to the top I opened my eyes, smiled wide and slammed down his shaft, forcing him as deep as the position would allow.

“Shite!” he cried out as tears fell down my face. “You little minx. My turn.” With a couple quick movements I was on my back and under his large body. His lips came down for a scorching kiss as he pulled back and plunged into my core over and over. A fine sheen of sweat broke across his hairline and chest making him slick and salty. I licked the length of his neck. biting the tendons there. He groaned, hooked my right leg up and over the crook of his elbow until he could hold my leg behind the knee with his palm. He pressed it up and toward my shoulder.

“I want to crawl inside of your perfect body,” he said on a particularly deep thrust. The new position opened my body fully and he ground deeper into me, bumping against the walls of my cervix, touching me in unchartered places. A fire built deep within and started to spread out to each of my limbs. I was burning from the inside out. He was the fire.

“Never again,” he grated through his teeth on another brutal thrust to be further inside me than anyone before him. I moaned in response, completely taken away with his need to take me, mark me, make me his.

“As long as we’re together like this,” he gasped and grinded his pelvis against my throbbing clit, sending sparks in every direction, “we’ll never feel alone again.” He said it as if it was a promise, a benediction. As he pounded into me, pouring every ounce of affection and desire into his thrusts, I knew he meant it.

I went screaming over the edge, calling out his name, begging for him to take me, take me away from it all…life, heartache, the grief over missing James. Everything. He made it all go away. And in that moment his body turned rigid and he bit down on my shoulder, teeth piercing skin. I climaxed again, taken by his primal response. It wasn’t just the release of his body, it was the release of his essence.

In a heap of limbs and naked skin, his soul made me a promise. One I didn’t know if I could return.

Much later, we were still in bed, sated and spent. His tongue made lazy circles around the mark he left on my shoulder. A perfect set of tiny imprints in the shape of teeth marks made two small half-moons that didn’t quite meet at the ends on the rounded skin. I would be wearing shoulder covering attire for the next couple weeks. The thought made me smile.

A little marred skin was a small price to pay for four mind-altering orgasms.

He definitely wasn’t all talk. By the time I was coming off my fourth orgasm, I begged him to stop. I physically had to remove his mouth from my left nipple, but not before allowing him to kiss and suckle its mate. He had a theory about things needing to be balanced.

Collier held me close and I snuggled just under his chin. The crook of his neck smelled so yummy. He was all musky, with hints of sex and sandalwood. I lay there wondering what tomorrow would bring. I had to go back to the job. Back to my client…Dylan.

“I can feel you thinking.”

I smiled against his neck.

“I thought I’d shagged all thoughts out of you for the night.” His hand slid between my legs. Immediately I started to moisten. Two of his fingers stroked my clit in a small circle. “Looks like you need another go. I want you completely mindless, thinking of nothing but our brilliant night together.”

He slid down my body and I sighed and stretched my legs. He parted them and went to work on me with his tongue. I could get used to this.

“Your taste…” Lick. “It’s like…mmm…” Lick.“…the most decadent dessert.”

In minutes he had me arching, slamming my thighs around his ears. He held my legs apart, using his strong arms to keep me splayed open for him. As promised, he ravished me. Between his tongue, lips, teeth and his fingers, I lost track of how many times the tight-assed Englishman made me come, the pleasure rolling them into one another so fast it was like one long drawn out peak. After what could have been hours of pleasing me he finally entered me again. A full-body sigh of relief settled over me when we were connected. He had held himself off for a long time this round.

“Use me. Oh God, Collier, please, please use me. Find your pleasure in me,” I begged and finally, he listened. He plunged into me with deep, hard strokes. He was relentless, seeking his release.

Holding my face between both his hands, his tongue sought mine. With a deep growl he surged and came. His body heaved and wound tight as he shook and trembled. I held onto him with everything I had, whispering words of affection against his temple as he came down.

“London, I...I n-never knew it could be like this.” The words choked and broke as he breathed against my sweat-dampened hair.

“I know. I didn’t either.” Instead of drowning in the negative aspects of how much of myself I gave to Collier tonight, I just held him close. Before long, sleep took us both.



The morning brought another round of intense sex. Me lying on my stomach while he nipped and bit the fleshy skin of my ass. Then he entered me from behind. Collier was a talented lover, stroking my clit as he pounded his length into me. One hand held the tender column of my neck from behind while the other was anchored to my clit, pressing, circling, flicking until I lost it and came. My voice was raspy from sleep and last night’s sexcapades. A hoarse cry spilled from him. A few more deep strokes and he, too, came, his body falling over my back.