Page 106 of Mine to Ruin

“Hungry?”

“I am sure the wolves heard me.”

He suppresses laughter and says, “Lucky for you, you have your own scary wolf.”

I do, indeed.

Smell of meat pie has me drooling over the table.

“So, where are the fairies?” I ask, and my eyes roam around as we set the table.

He replies, “Aaron and Vera take care of it when I am not here, they knew we were coming.”

“That’s nice of them.”

“Maybe we’ll see them this time around. I am sure they are busy with the baby.”

“They have a baby?” A warm feeling settles in my core.

“Yes, that’s why nothing was prepared the last time we were here. She’d just had Luca.”

His eyes bore into mine. Does he think that I could be pregnant? We were reckless and not only once. He shakes his head as if clearing it and pours us a mulled wine then sprinkles a dash of cinnamon over it.

I snuggle in the soft blanket on the sofa and I am clicking through the selection of movies on the TV when he brings over a plate with little round yummy donuts, and I clap excitedly. He offers me one, and my teeth dig into the sweet, vanilla cream and dough and I moan.

“Good?” he asks, grinning at my delight.

“Delicious,” I say and grab another one.

He bites his lower lip, saying, “They are all for you.”

“You can have one.”

“One, you say?”

“Yes, I am selfless like that, and it just happens that I love you, so you may consider yourself lucky.”

“Don’t you tell.” One moment his eyes swim in amusement, the next, his pupils swallow me whole, an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. He spreads my thighs.

“I am hungry, too, angel, so while you eat your sweets, I am going to eat my favorite sweet.”

I prop myself up on my elbows. He undoes one button after the other then peels his shirt off, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip. Every inch of his body is carved to perfection. Only his boxers remain when he peels off my stockings, and my fluffy, oversized sweatshirt, and underwear.

He gets on his knees and dives right into devouring my pussy, as if he’s starved, and I fall on my back. His tongue and fingers make my pleasure rocket, and I grip his hair and come with a shudder. My legs land on the floor, twitching with the aftershocks of my orgasm and he takes himself out, hard and ready to ravage my pussy.

I spread my legs, and reach down with one hand to trace up my slit and his pupils dilate. Teasing him makes me delirious with power, to hold all his attention, my body the object of his desire, that’s a heady combination that has me soaring. I push two fingers inside me, but they are not thick, rough ones like his. He gulps at the sound of my wetness. I rejoice in how much I affect him.

“Do your fingers feel good?” His gray eyes gleam with lust as they follow my fingers sliding in and out of my pussy.

“It’s not my fault you’d rather tease me than fuck me.”

He smirks and strokes himself leisurely. While I am burning up with need, he is enjoying the show. Slopping and choked sounds echo as we pleasure ourselves in front of each other. The eroticism of the act fuels my desire.

“I need your cock to come, Kian.”

His voice turns husky. “Fuck, angel, I love when you talk dirty. Say that again.”

His dirty talk must have rubbed off on me.

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