Page 34 of Taming Her Temptations

“Levi,” she says with a gasp.

“Ruby,” I growl back at her.

I pick up my rhythm, my hunger for her roaring inside me.

Her body feels like it was made for mine. Every thrust is a perfect fit, squeezing every inch of my dick perfectly.

“This,” I say to her. “We were fucking meant to do this.”

She nods as her fingers spread across the back of my head through my hair, pulling me into a kiss.

I inhale her as we kiss, taking in everything. Cold fresh air, her vanilla perfume, and her. It’s the last part that makes me go completely wild.

“I want to fill you up with my come,” I grit out. I feel like a damn animal right now.

“Yes,” she answers with a frantic nod. “I’m on birth control".”

And I’m scared of my own instincts for a moment when I realize that’s not even why I said it. I didn’t even care if she was on birth control, I just needed to make her walk around for the rest of the day with my come dripping out of her. The thought alone almost makes me lose it.

I pull her away from the tree and place her on the ground. Little specks of sun break through the blossoms above us and dance over her.

“You look so beautiful,” I pause for a moment to take in the view. She looks like a spring goddess, her hair splayed behind her in the green grass and her rustled pink dress slipped low enough that her nipples peek out.

“You do, too.” She smiles softly, looking up at me. The anger has evaporated and what’s left is tenderness and lust. And it’s a little terrifying.

I lay flat against her and kiss her gently. I move inside her, but more slow, savoring every stroke.

She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, but I grab her chin so she’s looking at me straight on.

Her plush lip drops open in pleasure and her eyes crest.

Her body grips and rides me.

“Levi,” this time my name is a desperate plea.

It breaks me open. Our bodies take over and each coax the orgasm out of one another. Her nails dig into my back and I push up into her. My hot come pulses out and fills her. Her hips buck, demanding all of it. And I give it to her.

“Ruby,” I groan. An answer, a prayer, a proclamation.

When our bodies settle, I lay down next to her and grab her hand. The wind ripples through the cherry blossoms, a wave of pink revealing a blue sky and only the sound of our breathing.

We stay here until the cold starts to seep from the ground into our skin and even then I don’t want to leave. I want to stay like this for as long as possible, afraid that the real world might taint something so perfect.

A car rumbles down the driveway, breaking us out of our trance. It’s probably Dean and Asher returning from the store in a cab because I didn’t pick up my phone.

Ruby gets up and brushes her dress down, her face has a wall up, holding back all the warmness and intensity it had only a few moments ago.

“I should go,” she looks around awkwardly as if someone might be in the bushes watching us.

No, you really shouldn’t, I think.

But I just lift my body up and nod.

Because I have no answers for her about what the hell just happened.

She gives me a tense wave goodbye, and I awkwardly mumble something about seeing her soon.

Things couldn’t be more complicated between the two of us. But I don’t give a damn.

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