Page 40 of Mine to Ruin

He sighs, and it’s a deep cracked sound, as I kiss his shoulder. “This is how I spend my nights,” he explains. He’s a puzzle made of a thousand pieces, and I will put them together to reveal the man.

“Can I keep you company?” I ask.

“These are my demons, not yours.”

“I am not afraid, Kian,” I say, pouring all my conviction into my words.

“No, you keep proving you’re the opposite.”

“How can I help you?”

His teeth nip on my ear, and desire unfurls in my belly. His hands slide down my body, and my head falls back.

“You’re perfect, and most importantly you’re perfect for me,” he says, amazement lacing his words.

“I want to help you.”

“You are helping me, angel.” His hands cup my face, and he trails kisses from the corners of my lips to my neck, and need awakens inside me.

“Please, Kian.”

A squeal leaves my mouth as he stands with me in his arms. My legs wrap around his torso, and he takes the stairs upstairs. In his bedroom, my back hits the mattress.

He kisses my lips, my eyes, my nose, my neck, my chest, my belly, my inner thighs. His pupils are round black orbits that swallow me whole.

He spreads my legs, and he takes a long lick that has me shuddering. He strums my clit with his thumb, and I bite my lower lip, the pleasure coursing through me ravaging my body. My mind floats with endorphins, and my body thrashes from the onslaught of pleasure.

The orgasm he wrings out of me, tears me apart, builds me back together in a jigsaw of pleasure. He tilts my face.

“Don’t scar your lip. I want to hear you.”

I come, crying out his name, and my back falls onto the mattress.

I’m a wet mess by the time he puts on a condom. I pull him down to me and say against his lips, “I want to come with you inside of me the second time.”

“I will always worship you before and after I fuck you. Now, take me.”

Kian thrust inside me, my name a plea parting his lips, and I chant his back. I’m breathless with him filling me. He stretches me to the limit that I will feel him long after. But I love the sensation.

With every thrust, it feels as if he’s owning me from the inside out. He pins my hands above my head, linking our fingers together. I see my own reflection in his eyes, and my name rolling out of him, and a prayer of worship ignites in me a wave of intense feelings. They are so overwhelming it scares me to admit them.

With a long thrust and eyes locked, we come together.

No one will be him. He ruined me for all others.

In his arms, his fingers draw patterns on my belly, and I put mine on top of his to reassure him that I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay, for him but also for me. I want to explore all the marvelous things hidden in the chambers of my heart, and I say,

“I am here baby, close your eyes.”

He kisses my head and pulls me harder to him. I caress his hand with my thumb, and his breathing eventually evens out.

The sun dances on my lashes and when I open my eyes, Kian’s lips peck mine. Happiness courses through me while he turns me on my back. His eyes sparkle as they sweep over my body. I cross my hands around his neck and smile.

“Angel.” His throaty voice sends thrills to my toes.

“Good morning,” I whisper.

“Breakfast?”

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