Page 65 of Ivory's Ruin Romance

The metal of his rings stroked down her cheek, warm and smooth, sparking her nerves to life. She could barely see, but every other sensation prickled with awareness. The heat of his skin against hers, the roll of his muscles as he leaned in, the way his breath teased her lips and the sound of his barely-there inhale. The softness of his lips finding hers.

Her world shattered—the same way it did every time they collided. The same way a collision of two neutron stars sent ripples through space and time, his possession rippled through her and left in its wake a mine of precious, elemental revelations. Her submission. His dominance. Power that was hers to claim. Control that was his to take. All of it coiled with a dense emotion that tugged on the fabric of her being.

There would never be enough kisses between them.

But tonight, it didn’t end there. His hand threaded through her hair and tipped her head back as he licked along the seam of her lips, then entwined their tongues. She let him press her into the pillows, arched her back as he bore down, caging her in.

Her hands roamed over his chest and abdomen, around the flex of his obliques and the bunch of biceps on his arms. He held himself close enough to let her feel his heat but far enough so her breath could expand into her chest with rushed gasps. Her nipples pebbled under her shirt, and she melted into the kiss.

“I never want you to stop,” she said, parting long enough to say the words before letting him continue his ministrations.

“Then I won’t,” he mumbled. “I’ll kiss you until you forget what it ever felt like not to be kissed. Then I’ll fuck you until you forget what it ever felt like not to be mine.”

As if that already wasn’t true. As if she could even recall a time before. Before he saw her. Before her name passed from his lips. Before she’d burned under his touch and bloomed under his praise.

She couldn’t help but squirm, panting as she kissed him back. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. She’d waited so long for this. Waited for him for what felt like her whole life.

“Don’t stop,” she breathed, repeating it over and over again like a sacred incantation.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

Her legs fell open as he settled himself between them. His lips explored hers, teeth greedily nipping until her skin stung and then licking away the pain. His erection twitched against her pelvis, fully hard and perfectly placed to rub her clit. Even through their clothes, she could tell he was big and delicious, her core eager and greedy to be filled with pleasure.

“I should wait,” he said, even as his hand grazed down her side and inched up her shirt, tracing the curve of her breast. “We should talk first—”

“Yes,” she interrupted. “We should wait but don’t. Please don’t stop.”

He groaned, scraping stubble and teeth along her jaw, burrowing his nose in her neck and smelling her hair against the pillow. “Just a little, to make you feel good.”

His fingers dipped between them, hot and sure, finally slipping into the secret place between her hips and under her clothes. Then they were there, right where she needed them. Right where every emotion blended into the next, and nothing was his or hers or wrong or right. It just was. And hell, it was good. So good that she moaned under her breath, so good that he bit her neck in response and then pulled her into another searing kiss.

He parted her folds that were already wet and slippery, perfect for him to find the rhythm and pressure that sent her to the brink in record time. Their breaths mingled, catching as he twisted inside of her and teased out a kind of pleasure she’d never experienced.

“So soft. So sweet.” His thrusts deepened to reach an impossible place, and she whimpered. “Just how I knew you would be.”

His thumb rubbed her clit with precision while his fingers stretched her pussy, curling and thrusting until she cried out beneath him. Her body wanted to break, but she wouldn’t let it. Adrian wouldn’t let it, forcing her to take as much as he could give. Inevitably, her climax grew closer until she couldn’t contain herself, until it filled and consumed her.

“I’m—I’m going to come,” she whimpered through their kiss.

“Good girl.” His lips grew more demanding, teeth grazing her with a ferocity that matched the onslaught building in her abdomen. As if for all this time, it wasn’t her that had been denied the pleasure, but him—he who had been denied the right to feel her come, he who was punished by not touching her, by not claiming her.

A second finger joined the first, picking up the pace until her legs shook and her hips bucked into his hand. Her nerves frayed as her mouth opened in a silent, desperate cry. Bright spotlights of color scattered over her vision, and then pleasure tore through her body.

Wave after wave, she resonated like a well-tuned instrument. But instead of slowing down, his two fingers sunk further into her pussy, fighting their way through the contractions and shaking her to the core. They plunged in and out, curling and scissoring and pushing, pushing, pushing, until she almost burst from the pressure.

Once wasn't enough. He was going to make her come again.

“That’s it. Give me another.” His palm ground into her already sore and sensitive clit, coated with the residue of her first climax, and she moaned into his insistent mouth. “Hush, you can take it,” he mumbled, kissing her all the while.

She tried, focusing instead on his warm lips and the erotic dance of his tongue. The reprimand of his teeth. His firm arms and legs and torso that overshadowed her own.

A second orgasm crashed over her, shaking each cell until it hummed with a stream of endorphins. If she cried or screamed or both, she didn’t know. All that mattered was clinging to this one singularity in time, this one paradox where she felt more alive than she’d ever been and, at the same time, had ceased to exist.

“Rest now, my sweet witch,” he whispered, withdrawing his hand and laying back on his side, pulling her into his chest as she regained a sense of reality. “I have so much more planned for you.”

Her lids were too heavy to open, limbs too relaxed to move, but even so, she didn’t want him to take the honorable route now. She didn’t want him to think she’d take a single thing from him and not give a piece of her in return.

“I want you to feel good, too,” she mumbled. His dick was still hard, conveniently wedged between her thighs, and she gave it a little nudge. Reawakened, it pushed back through his pants.

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