Page 46 of Mine to Ruin

He growls and places a hand on my face, dipping to claim my lips in a heart melting, toe curling kiss that answers my question. He did.

He lifts me up, and we fly up the stairs. When we reach his bedroom, I suppress a smile at the speed with which he undresses me. He pushes me on the bed, and his long and calloused fingers unbutton his shirt.

I drink in his sculpted abdomen and sun-kissed skin. When his hands drop to his pants, saliva pools in my mouth, and my fingertips ache to touch him. My hands find his chest, beating a savage rhythm as if telling me of the same desperation that holds me captive.

His hand palms mine.

“You feel what you do to me?”

I nod and kiss him. It’s the same for me. I need the physical connection, the skin on skin, heart to heart, when we are stripped to our bones and basic desires and nothing else exists. My hand glides to his dick, hard and eager.

“Inside me. Now,” I say on a wanton breath. I am a puddle of lust and need.

He tears the condom package open and slides it down his length. In one thrust, he’s inside me to the hilt. I throw my head back and let madness take over. I climb the peak he sends me to, higher and higher until the air gets thinner. I’m lightheaded, flying like a kite in his expert fingers straight into euphoria.

Minutes, hours, and who cares what exactly later, he pulls himself from me, and a pant leaves my mouth, sated and content. He discards the condom, and I snuggle myself to his side.

He caresses my hair for a moment and asks, “Are you on the pill or anything?”

“No. I never needed to use contraception before,” I say and trail circles on his chest with a finger.

“Would you consider it now?” he asks me, playing with a strand of my hair.

“Ah, you-you mean…”

“I want you bare. I’m clean and have always used condoms but with you, I want nothing between us.”

Why does everything he says sound so sexy?

“I’ll think about it.” Who am I kidding? I want to try everything with this man. I want my brand on him as well, in every possible way.

“Thank you,” he says and kisses my eyelids.

He stands up and I can hear water filling the bath and his head pops in the door.

“Join me?”

I crawl out of the bed and rush into the bathroom. He backs me up against the wall and devours my lips.

In the tub, I rest between his legs as he shampoos my head, and I moan in delight.

“Do you have any idea what those moans do to me?” he whispers in my ear.

“No.” I giggle.

“It reminds me of the sounds you make when I fuck you.”

A wave of desire crashes through me at his words.

Jets of water sprawl over my sensitive skin as he rinses my hair, his hands then moving down to knead my breasts, sliding between my thighs where he finds my pussy. He pinches my erect nipples and plays with my body until sensations explode in my core, and I grip the edge, coming with his name on my lips.

When we are dry, I stare at my rosy reflection in the mirror. I am taken aback by my sparkling eyes. He kisses my shoulders, and when our eyes meet in the mirror, my heart skyrockets at the dreamy look on his face.

“Stay the night,” his voice lowers into a plea that makes it impossible to resist.

“We’re moving too quickly…”

“Let me rephrase. Do you want to spend the night with me?”

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