Page 27 of Fallen Starboy

Chapter

Twenty-Two

JUN

Three things happened at once with the whisper from her lips.

The blood rushed from every one of my extremities and pooled in my dick. My thoughts scattered to the wind like they were leaves in fall. And I blurted out the first thing that popped into the forefront of my mind.

“I’m never going to let you go again, Arista.”

My hands found her ass as I lifted her from the ground, hiking her hips against mine as her legs wrapped obediently around my waist. “The bed is straight back,” she whispered, her lips skating along the side of my ear as she nipped it with her teeth, tongue darting out to play with the sensitive skin behind my lobe.

“I hope you like it fast and wild,” I panted, already near to busting a nut in my fucking sweats. “We don’t have much time.”

“You’ve never been slow about anything,” she breathed, her voice raspy and thick with arousal. “It’s never bothered me before.”

“There will be plenty of time to take it slow later.” My nose dragged against her throat as I took a few steps forward, trusting her directions in the dark. “I plan to explore you at my leisure in my own fucking bed very soon.”

I wasn’t sure where this version of me had come from, filled with desperation and need and a hunger that no amount of food would satisfy.

There would be time later to dissect the situation.

Now, I wanted to make sure she’d never walk away from me again.

And if the only way I could do that was with my dick, then so be it.

“Jun,” she moaned as my shins hit the bed, “fall with me.” Her hands laced together behind my neck and she tipped herself back, taking us both to the sheets in a heap of limbs and giggles.

“I’ve been falling for years,” I muttered, the walls I’d built around myself crumbling now that I had given them permission. “I haven’t stopped falling for you since I first laid eyes on you.”

My lips swallowed her soft gasp as I rocked into her, rubbing my hard cock against her through our pants. The pleading moans that erupted from her nearly undid me.

“Jun—”

“Just feel, remember?” I pressed my lips against hers, forcing her into silence. My left hand propped me up so she wouldn’t bear my body weight as I snaked a hand between us and slipped it into her pants.

Fuck, she was so wet already.

My fingers slid inside her like they belonged there, thrusting as she lifted her hips off the bed and asked for more without words.

Her body sang to me, playing a melody I knew all too well.

It had me singing in kind as she returned the favor, reaching into my sweats to wrap those slender fingers around my cock.

Tug after tug, she milked my body for what she desperately desired—my surrender.

She had no idea she didn’t need to work so hard for it. I would surrender willingly to Ari without a single word. All she had to do was look my way and I was putty in her hands. The work it took to keep from surrendering myself to her was monumental.

I was tired of fighting it. Tired of fighting my desire for her. My love.

I loved her so fucking much it hurt.

“Ari—”

“I need you inside me, Jun,” she begged, her voice whinier and needier than I’d ever heard before. “Please?” She twisted in my grip, sending my fingers deeper into her. “I don’t have any condoms—shit?—”

With a snarl of possessiveness, I yanked my fingers from her dripping cunt, licking them clean of her arousal as she watched with the minimal light in the room. “We don’t need a fucking condom.”

I felt her go still beneath me at the declaration. “But?—”

“You’re protected,” I reminded her, a smile curling my lips as I reached between us and tugged her pants down, panties following suit right after. “And even if you aren’t, I don’t give a fuck. The only man that’s ever gonna put any kids in you is me.”

I gripped myself in one hand and slid home in her waiting heat with a groan, panting through the urge to spill myself inside her immediately.

I wanted to mark her, needed her to be mine in a more permanent way.

The urge to give Yejin a sibling flashed through my mind, and I groaned, so close to orgasm I could practically taste it.

“Are you going to move, or just sit there all night?” She squirmed beneath me, nearly undoing all the hard work it took to hold myself together.

“If you don’t hold still, I’m going to fucking come right now, and I’m not ready for this to be over yet.”

She stilled suddenly, her eyes going wider than the dessert plates at our favorite restaurant.

Neither of us said a word as I stared at the ceiling and breathed like a trained runner prepping for a triathlon.

I’d never had the opportunity to practice my self-control in the bedroom between our past and present, and fuck me if I ever practiced patience and self-control outside of the bedroom, either.

I counted to ten in my head, closed my eyes, and admitted what I’d been too prideful to say out loud before. “Sorry, it’s . . . been awhile.”

Below me, Ari shrugged and glanced away, her eyes finding a spot on the wall to grasp while she blushed. “Me, too.”

“No, I mean like a long time.” I rocked my hips into her and groaned, the feeling of Nirvana rushing through my veins. “Like seven years, long time.”

Her eyes met mine in shock. “But?—”

“Yeah,” I whispered, leaning down to press my lips against her temple as I fucked her slow, relishing every second our bodies were together as one. “Not since the last time we were together.”

“But you—there’s no way—that means?—”

“It means exactly what you think it means,” I breathed against her ear, speaking from the heart with nothing but truth for the first time in a long time. “It’s only ever been you, Arista.”

She blinked through tears; I could taste them on my lips as I moved up the side of her jaw, tongue teasing her skin as I drowned out her words and worries and fears with a deep, passion-filled kiss.

In and out, over and over, our bodies moving as one.

Never in my life had I even so much as looked at another woman the way I looked at her.

And I realized then that my life would never be the same without her in it.

I couldn’t let her go. Being without her was like breathing underwater.

Impossible. Painful. Pointless.

My body tensed above her, and I swore. “I’m not going to last much longer, Ari.” Like a fucking queen, she reached between us, her fingers working alongside my cock to bring us both to orgasm together.

I came so hard, I nearly blacked out. My hips molded against hers as I filled her with my seed, my very fucking essence, with a prayer that I could get her pregnant again. This time, I’d never let her run away. I’d make her stay. I’d protect us all.

I had money. I could pay for enough security to staff an entire city.

Anything to keep her with me.

I didn’t speak it aloud, though. I’d only just gotten her back. I didn’t want to scare her away so soon. There would be plenty of time to build a future together. Have more kids. Enjoy life.

I just had to convince her to stay.