Falco hesitates and something churns in his eyes, a look I can’t quite decipher.
Maybe he’s reluctant to have me touch his scars in case it triggers something, so I strengthen my smile and hold out my hand. “Please?”
After a moment, he hands me the tube of ointment. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I was having a late-night drink with Giacomo, and he left to secure something about his deal.” Falco’s arm immediately tenses under my touch. “I can’t believe how well today went.”
“I’m happy for you,” he says softly. “Not having to marry that man.”
“Me too, you have no idea. Now I don’t feel so guilty about us.” I work swiftly, smearing the ointment along Falco’s fresh scars while my gut twists slightly with guilt. He got so hurt because of me and that’s never, ever going away. I wish I could make it up to him.
I will.
For the rest of my life, I will.
My hands glide down his forearm and back up, ensuring everything is suitably coated. After cleaning the ointment off my hands with a towel, Falco’s eyes lock onto mine and a pulse of heat lances through me. Before I know it, I’m in his lap with my hands cradling his face and his arms around my waist.
“Falco.”
“Aerin.” His voice is low and husky as his eyes dart about my face. There’s pain in his gaze. It must be his arm.
“I can’t thank you enough,” I murmur. “Everything you’ve done for me these past months is…incredible.”
“Aerin, I—” His grip tightens around me, and I quickly cut him off, covering his lips with my fingertips.
“Hush. Let me say thank you.Please.”
His lips part slightly against my fingertips and his breath rushes between the gaps, then he nods as his shoulders slump an inch.
“Thank you.” I lean forward and replace my fingers with my lips in a gentle kiss.
A gentle kiss that grows more heated by the second and suddenly fire ignites in my gut. His arms tighten around me and I arch my body into his, raking my hand through his thick hair and pulling hard enough to elicit a grunt from deep in his throat. Our lips weave together with practiced ease as heat builds inside me, flushing down my arms and legs until my entire body is tingling with anticipation.
I lean up onto my knees to follow Falco as his head falls back, kissing him deeply and caressing the side of his neck. Then I settle back down, and a firm bulge beneath me alerts me to just how excited Falco is.
“Wanna celebrate the end of my engagement?” I smirk against his lips.
In record time, our clothes are on the floor and we’re hidden under Falco’s sheets once more, only this time I’m on top and, despite his encouragement to lie down, I remain there. I want to be the one in charge this time. Any complaints Falco has die the moment I grasp his throbbing cock and slide it inside me with a slow, controlled roll of my hips.
It’s like our first time, only there are no injuries for me to look out for. I can place my hands where I want and they settle on Falco’s lower abdomen while I rock back and forth, panting hotly in the under-blanket haven we’ve created for ourselves.
Falco’s hands roam over my body, caressing every inch of me like he’s memorizing out all the details on my body. From my hips to my waist, up to my breasts, then his hand settles on the side of my neck and he jerks me down for a heated kiss.
“Aerin,” he moans as my hips rock down hard. “Fuck—you’re incredible. Don’t ever forget that.”
“You’re only saying that ‘cause I’m fucking you,” I gasp against his lips. “But I’ll take it.”
He repeats it over and over as I fuck myself harder on his cock and bring us both to an intense orgasm that leaves me shaking and trembling beyond my control. He repeats it when I collapse to the side and he disappears between my legs and lavishes attention on my pussy and clit until he wrings another orgasm out of me. He repeats it when he fucks me from behind, tangling me in his arms and holding me close against his chest, repeating it in my ear with every desperate thrust inside me until I’m gasping noiselessly through an orgasm so intense it’s like bare flame is licking at my skin.
And he repeats it, I’m sure, as I fall asleep in his arms after being thoroughly fucked to my satisfaction.
I wake with a jolt the next morning, cold and ready to roll back into his arms, but as consciousness trickles back, it’s my own room that greets me.
Wait. I didn’t dream last night, did I?
Aches and pains as I get out of bed prove that last night’s fucking session was real, but how did I get back to my room? Falco isn’t outside my room either like he usually is. After some awkward morning eye contact with the guard stationed at my door, I hurry into the shower and wash away all evidence of our time together while confusion swirls in my chest.
What’s going on?
