Page 53 of Ruthless Love

After three very slow circles with his tongue, he sucks hard, and my body hums as my vision fills with stars. My climax is instant and hard, and his name spills from my lips over and over.

My whimpers turn loud when every hard inch of his cock presses into me.

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.”

The words have barely escaped my lips before he’s forced himself in to the hilt, stretching me wide with hard, savage thrusts.

With my fingernails tearing across his back, I hold on to the only man who’s made me feel this alive. This free. He’s fucking me like he hates how much he wants me, and when I think I can’t take any more, he goes deeper, giving everything as he forces my wrists over my head, nibbles my neck, bites my ear, and makes me come harder and longer than I ever have.

“Yes, Evie. This is what you need. Me. Only me.”

My body jolts and trembles, and when I’ve spent the last of my orgasm as wild shakes and cries, his rhythm slows but doesn’t stop.

“Again,” he says with his dark growl.

My body responds as he moves both my wrists to one of his large hands, and the other smooths down to my pussy. His fingers land on the bundle of nerves that are still reeling from one explosion after another.

He spreads my wetness to my clit and rubs, alternating light and hard sensations as he glides himself in, then drags himself out. His touch is sweet and rough, and sending me over the edge again so fast, I can only beg.

“Please. Come with me. Come with me,” I whisper.

He bucks faster, hitting me over and over in that same perfect spot. I hear him, saying soft words across my shoulders. Against my cheek. Words I’ve never heard.

Beautiful.

Incredible.

Everything.

Mine.

And again, I’m colliding, tumbling after him as my body gives in, chasing him as his orgasm meets mine.

I’m. His.

“Yours?” I say as I collect the million pieces of me that are shattering across his bed.

“Mine,” he says. “Only mine.”

Heaving from his release, he collapses his sweat-drenched body on mine as his weight pins me. Calms me. Soothes me. Our heavy breaths swirl together, relaxing into a world where no one exists but us.

“Do you trust me?” Austin asks, pressing his back into mine as we lie awake in bed.

I know the inevitable is coming. That he’ll leave. But in this tender moment of soaking in his warmth, I set that aside, shoving the heavy feelings out of reach, though they still sit there and wait.

“Yes,” I say, letting the fast matter-of-fact response show him how much I mean it. And I do mean it.

Rolling me into him, he pulls me into his chest. “I’d like you to give me the ring.”

“Why?” My voice is a mix of panic and confusion, and I feel my brow tighten to a knot.

“Because I’m going to return it.”

“But—”

Shushing me, his lips melt into mine, and the thundering in my chest calms with each tender kiss. “It’ll be all right.”

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