Page 36 of Mine to Ruin

“I don’t want to go back,” I whisper, because I have never felt like this, nor thought it would even be possible to feel this way.

Kian takes us upstairs and places me on the king-sized bed. He peels the dress off me as I lift my ass and lie down in just my nude, lace underwear. He drinks me in, his hungry eyes have heat crawling under my skin.

“Nervous?” he asks as I nod shyly; I’ve never done this before.

Fooling around with a few guys is one thing. But I never trusted anyone enough to go all the way.

“Are you a virgin?”

I nod again.

“No reason to be nervous, angel.” His knuckles brush against my cheek. “Do you trust me?”

My heart scribbles all over my chest that I do; this is why I find myself in this position of letting go. It’s liberating, it’s exhilarating, and it’s finally happening.

“I trust you.”

He curls his hand around the back of my nape, and he drags me to his lips. “I will take care of you. I am never letting you go.”

Good, don’t! That’s what I want to say but my words hang in my throat. He unbuttons his shirt, his strong, defined chest rises and falls in a wild staccato, and I love that he is also affected.

He towers over me, and his lips conquer my hungry mouth. My hands cross behind his neck, and I dig my fingers in his flesh as I writhe beneath him.

“I need more,” I whisper, panting.

“I’ll give you everything angel, but first I have to do this right. I would rather die than hurt you.” His knuckles slide down my cheek, and he takes my lips into a sweet kiss.

His hot mouth descends and nibbles at the sensitive skin behind my ear and neck, then lower. His thumb caresses my engorged nipple, while his tongue laps and sucks at the other, and I moan.

His hands and mouth explore every inch of my body. It feels so good. My brain has no idea where to focus and gives up, leaving me just a receptacle of bodily feelings.

He tears my panties off, and slides one finger inside me. I moan. I never thought it would feel like this as if nothing else matters than chasing the pleasure.

“So wet and tight…” he whispers against my skin in a raspy tone. He takes my lips in a hungry kiss, feeding me his desire that leaves me breathless.

I’m floating on a fluffy cloud of desire. The kiss lasts until we’re gasping for air. His pupils take over the gray and greens in his eyes, filling me with power, confidence. It’s me who does this to him.

He pulls out his finger and licks it clean, closing his eyes for a second as if to savor my taste. My body buzzes with need. I’m a wet and eager mess.

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him disappear between my legs. The visual entraps me. His lips curl up in a promise of total pleasure and my skin burns with the need to experience it. He grabs my thighs and buries his face in my pussy, licking and sucking on my clit. Stars pop behind my eyes, and I arch my back, bucking under him, but his hand splayed on my stomach holds me still.

“Come on my tongue first, angel.” His hooded-in-pleasure eyes find me from between my legs, his carved jaw glistening. What a sight.

He returns to lapping at my wetness, strumming my clit. It feels so maddeningly good, I trip over my own breath. I fist the sheet; from low in my belly, knots unfurl one after the other in rapid succession.

I come hard, and my vision blackens. I fall back as my legs shake, and he crawls on top of me. My fingers glide down his chest, his heart pounding under my hand.

My fingers explore the ridges and valleys of muscles down to the tent in his boxers. My eyes widen, and I palm it. He’s big—as in impressive. He lets out a low groan.

“It’s going to break me,” I say only halfway joking.

His thumb brushes my cheek, and he shakes his head, determination set in the line of his jaw. “No, because by the time I take you, you’ll be ready.”

My heart sighs dreamily. I’m not made of bones anymore, but of jelly floating in a sea of wet dreams.

He nibbles my neck and my jaw, down to my nipples, and he takes one peak in his mouth. Then the other. And slips a finger inside of me again.

The sounds of how wet I am rushes to my ears. A second finger follows, and he opens me up, bit by bit. His dexterous fingers coax a pleasure out of me that I bite into the pillow and come again.

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