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She must be dreaming. Though she knows none of it could be real, Cyn didn’t want to wake. If it were real then he couldn’t miss her or want her the way he does now. His forgiveness as he whispers against her ear makes her breath catch in her throat, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.
“I’ve missed you, love,” Fallon murmurs hungrily, and his eyes take in Cyn’s voluptuous curves.
She blushes, her body instantly responding to him. She couldn’t say whether it’s his look, the way he stares at her with desire, or his slightly musky smell, but being around Fallon drives her wild. It makes her forget everything else. And it has been much, much too long.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Cyn breathes. She looks into his eyes and smiles. It’s the first one not filled with sadness. “I’m so sorry I left. I can’t be without you, I need to be here. I know that now. And I’ve been so scared, so stupid—”
Fallon holds up a hand, shushing her guilty admission. His face is overcome with emotion. Suddenly, without speaking, Cyn knows he feels exactly the same way, and that he’s already forgiven her.
He steps closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against his frame. His hands slide up her back, and the warmth of his skin through her clothes is electrifying. Fallon cups two fingers under her chin and tilts her face up, staring into her eyes. Two tiny reflections of herself shimmer in his, and no one has ever made her feel as completely loved and desired as he does at that moment. He looks at her like she’s his entire universe, and she never wants it to stop. His love, his passion and desire for her are all-consuming—like a wildfire sweeping across a forest, devouring everything.
“You never left. You’ve always been mine.”
Cyn swallows hard. “Fallon...”
She’s his mate and nothing in this Realm or the world beyond the veil can break their bond. She bites her bottom lip and leans forward, kissing him with every ounce of bottled up hunger from being separated from him for so long. His lips are so good, so right. They’re warm and dry, and he smells absolutely delicious. Musky and almost animalistic, like he always does. She moans softly, opening to his kiss. His tongue flicks and caresses the delicate flesh of her mouth.
Fallon’s grip around her tightens, which sends tingles across her skin. She is braless, and the friction of her nipples rubbing against the inside of her shirt is deliciously painful. With ease, Fallon reaches down and picks her up, not breaking their kiss. She feels herself being lifted higher and higher. Fallon sucks at her lower lip. Cyn quivers and gasps, pulling him close. His cock presses against her through his leggings sending a spasm of pleasure up her body.
Cyn breaks the kiss, sitting up and greedily drinking in his body. He meets her gaze as he crosses his arms over his stomach, reaches up and pulls off his tunic. Cyn is taken again, as always, by his taut golden-brown skin and rock-hard abs. A flush creeps from her neck to the roots of her hair when she realizes he is all hers...forever. Cyn pulls him down to the bed, trailing her hands over Fallon’s smooth chest.
He sighs in pleasure and leans back, nestling his head in the soft pillows. “I’ve missed the way you touch me, love.”
Cyn pauses at his admission, feeling almost shy. Her hands catch on his leggings and gently tug them down, freeing his erection. Although she’s used to how big he is, the sight never fails to elicit a pang of lust. Slowly, she leans down, licking the head of his cock with soft, deliberate strokes. Fallon groans and arches his back, thrilling her. She loves the sense of power she has when bringing him pleasure. Something about it makes her feel incredibly confident. She takes a few inches of him into her mouth, licking and sucking, moving her lips down his velvety shaft.
He groans with a powerful spasm that echoes through her body. Cyn wraps a hand around the base of his erection and pumps up and down in time with the pull of her lips. His cock is so fat her fist can’t span the base, but he’s moaning and thrashing around on the bed anyway. Cyn gently releases him, pulling away and wiping the back of her mouth.
She reaches down and unlaces the bodice of her dress, sliding it down her curves and wiggling out of it. Clad only in black panties, she inches toward Fallon, wrapping her legs around one of his.
“You’re so beautiful I can’t stand it.” He twines a hand in her hair and crushes her head close, kissing her fiercely.
Cyn is aware of the throbbing between her legs. As she closes her eyes, his fingers slip down her body. They caress her breasts, gently tickling the undersides and circling her nipples, making her squirm.
Fallon chuckles deep in his throat and pinches her nipples. The warmth in her lower belly spreads through her limbs. Cyn pants and writhes on the bed, giving herself over to him. He lowers his head to one of her breasts, kissing and licking all over, sucking at one nipple gently while his fingers cruelly pinch the other. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear. Wetness seeps between her legs, and she moans, her fingers tugging at luxurious handfuls of Fallon’s hair.
His tongue laps its way down her body, swirling over her stomach. With anyone else she would be self-conscious, but he showers her with such overwhelming desire and admiration that her curves become a thing of beauty. She embraced who she was and always had, but no one ever accepted every part of her the way Fallon did. When she’s in his arms she knows what it means to be complete.
Cyn squirms, but Fallon pins her firmly on the bed. He continues to lick at her skin, finally plunging his face into the damp fabric of her panties. He inhales her scent deeply, and Cyn shivers. With one strong hand, Fallon pulls her panties down and spreads her legs. He nuzzles at her pale inner thighs, taking in her scent again, and tracing the crease between her thigh and her body delicately with his tongue. Cyn moans, feeling hot all over. Her heart is thudding, her head is spinning, and the only thing she’s aware of is him. His fingers trace patterns from her knees to the inside of her thighs, sliding closer and closer to her sex. She gasps.
Fallon strokes her gently, pulling her lips apart and stroking the side of her clit with his thumb. The amazing sensation makes her whole body tense up, and she moans loudly. Her voice echoes in the cavernous chamber. Fallon slips a finger inside of her and strokes against the front wall of her channel and Cyn gasps at the sudden, pleasurable sensation. Fallon adds two more fingers and begins to thrust in and out. He leans down to flick her engorged clit with his tongue.
She belongs to him body and soul. There is no denying this man. Her body is vibrating with pleasure, and she lets out a full-throated moan. Unconsciously, she grinds against his face, desperate for more. She whines and begs for him to touch her clit again, her voice close to hysterics as he refuses.
“Tell me you will never leave again.” His voice is throaty.
Tears shimmer in her eyes both from his desperate need, and from everything she put him through. She always thought she might lose herself entirely if she let herself fall for someone, but in truth she isn’t complete without him in her life. She knows it now.
“I’ll never leave again.”
One by one, Fallon slides his fingers out of her and moves away from her most sensitive area. He licks at her thighs and belly, crawling up her body. Cyn pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of him, teasing his erection with her soaked labia. Looking down into his eyes, she sees nothing but desire and a love so powerful it shakes her to the core.
Fallon grips her hips and pulls her down, impaling her on his massive cock. Cyn cries out as he penetrates her. She’s so lubricated that he slides in with ease, and she stretches to accommodate his girth. Slowly, she begins to rock, undulating her body. Her eyes lock with Fallon’s, and the gaze adds an extra dimension to their already explosive intimacy. He reaches up and laces his fingers through her hands, balancing Cyn so she’s sitting straight up on his cock. Every time she moves, bliss radiates through her body. Beneath her, Fallon bucks upward and plunges inside of her as deeply as he can.
“Oh, god,” she groans, panting.
Cyn arches her back, moaning. Her wetness coats Fallon’s cock, creating a slick, irresistible friction. She rides him hard, leaning forward and bracing herself against the bed as she grinds herself on Fallon in abandon. A hot rush builds. She holds her breath, moving her hips faster and faster. Fallon moans and wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and straining with all his might. She can’t fight it anymore—every muscle releases, an orgasm soaring through her. Cyn screams, and Fallon grips her tightly as his hot seed jets inside of her. His own release sends her higher.
She’s drifting off to sleep, even though Fallon is trying to speak to her. She shakes her head sleepily, trying to wake up, but his face keeps getting fuzzier and fuzzier. His voice turns into a drone. She tries to speak, but he swims out of her view and everything fades to black.
* * *
CYN WOKE WITH A START, blinking sleepily. Her heart was thudding. It took her a moment to realize she was alone, in her own bed. The late morning sun streamed through her windows, along with sounds from the street below. She was shaky and sore, and her hair was soaked with sweat. Cautiously, she brought the fingers from her right hand to her face. They were lightly scented with her musk and Cyn blushed at the erotic dream. Every other time she’d dreamt about Fallon, she’d woken up in tears. But this morning was different, and not because she’d had an orgasm right before waking up. Though that was a nice touch, it was lacklustre compared to Fallon.
“Bloody hell,” she said, wincing at her scratchy voice.
She wasn’t exactly hungover, as her alcohol tolerance was pretty high, but she was off-centre. It took a full minute of recollection to get past the sexy dream and remember Nathan’s sloppy attempt at kissing her.
“Shit.”
Cyn hoped her rebuff had finally got through to him. This whole thing was completely out of hand. It was her fault. She’d let it go too far because she didn’t want to hurt him. If not for their friendship, it would have been so much easier. How many times had she taken someone home and kicked them out in the morning? She always kept it casual. There were no misunderstandings or expectations. His infatuation was harmless, and even a little cute in the beginning. When he’d first developed a crush on her, Cyn had enjoyed the attention, much to Felicity’s chagrin. But lately Nathan had become determined, verging on obsessive. Sometimes it frightened her. Cyn was afraid of losing his friendship, especially now that Felicity was gone too. Unfortunately, she’d have no choice but to end it if Nathan continued down this path.
Sighing, she rolled out of bed and stood up. A painful head rush made her stagger. She shook it off, determined for once not to have a shitty, lazy day. There was a photoshoot tomorrow, and she planned to hit the gym and take a walk. As she was getting ready to take a shower, her mobile rang. Warily, she picked it up and looked at the screen. Her agent had been calling her nonstop, and she dreaded discussing what should have been the opportunity of a lifetime. She still hadn’t made a decision, although she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t leaning in one direction.
She gulped. It wasn’t her agent, though. It was Nathan. Cyn took a deep breath and answered, unsure of how to proceed.
“Oh, good, I’m glad I caught you,” he said in a rush.
It sounded like he was standing in the middle of a busy street, and Cyn strained to make out his words.
“Of course,” she said smoothly, clearing her throat. “What’s up?”
“I’m so sorry. I was pissed out of my mind last night.”
“Me too,” Cyn lied. “That bottle service was a bit much, right?”
“God,” Nathan said.
There was a rustling sound against the mouthpiece.
“Are you still there?” Cyn asked.
“Sorry, I’m still recovering.”
Cyn cringed. She knew exactly how hungover Nathan must be feeling. She tried to make herself sound cheerful to cover how awkward this conversation was after last night. “Well, I hope you feel better. Drink loads and loads of water.”
“How come you’re so chipper? Weren’t you pissed, too?” Nathan sounded suspicious.
“Completely... In fact, I don’t even remember leaving.” She cringed at her lie.
“Me neither.”
She instantly relaxed at the relief in his voice.
“I really don’t even remember anything beyond dancing. God, that’s probably what did it,” Nathan said.
“I bet... Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll ring you soon, okay?”
“Sounds good,” Nathan said, but his voice faltered.
Cyn dreaded what might lay ahead if he kept talking. She needed to get off the phone. Her gut told her he hadn’t forgotten anything.
“Bye, Nathan,” Cyn said, and hung up quickly.
She sighed with relief. At least for the sake of their friendship he hadn’t mentioned his botched attempt to kiss her.
