Page 73 of Mine to Ruin

His lips trail a path down my belly, leaving behind his stamp of ownership. Heat rolls over me, and nothing exists in my world other than the pleasure he can offer me. I love these moments when I’m suspended in a dream-like state. He and I are a world of raw feelings, fluid sensations.

With utter gentleness he spreads my lips and laps at my wetness, his eyes seeking mine. Warmth glows in my chest, need pulses between my legs. What starts as a flicker becomes a flame ravishing everything in its way and I come. The orgasm leaves me in a satisfied daze and boneless.

He gets on top of me and kisses my jaw, my cheeks, my eyes, my lips. Both my heart and my belly flutter at his sweet, caring gestures. He guides himself to my entrance.

“I was your first, I will be your last,” Kian growls, making my body shudder in anticipation. “There won’t be another after me, that’s for sure,” he adds and the unmistakable certainty in his voice turns me on even more.

With one thrust he’s inside of me, filling me to completion. Nothing compares to having him inside of me. I’m floating in a sea of pleasure with him as the captain of the boat.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Why would I tell you?” I decide to push him to see how far he will let this go.

His eyes bore into mine, and what I find in his gaze, that pure possessiveness mixed with madness, has me dripping with want for him.

“Because you want to come, angel.”

I am about to do just that when he pulls himself from me. I groan, craving him back inside of me. It’s need driving my instincts, and I open my legs wider in decadent invitation. That does the trick and not even a second later, he thrusts himself inside me to the hilt, making me gasp, then he remains still.

“Because you seem to crave my cock, my touch, my mouth.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” I say, trying to sound annoyed but failing.

He eyes me intently. “You’re the one full, angel. With me.”

I giggle, and the connection between us shoots like an arrow between our chest, binding his heart to mine.

“Say it.” His thumb strums my clit, playing with my body like a virtuoso.

“I’m yours, happy now? Please, I need to come.”

He covers my body with his trailing kisses against my neck as he whispers, “That’s right, my good angel. You are mine.” Kian sits back, grip insistent on my skin.

I shudder as his hands grip my ass and lifts me on his lap, chests pressed together as he slowly lowers me onto his hard length, earning a breathy moan from me when I settle.

“No one will ever see you like this again. You’re mine, Ellia. No one but me will get to fuck you, eat you out, own you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck. He finally starts moving, thrusting in and out of me, slow at first, then faster. My heart is filled with love for him. My mind is blank. Nothing else matters but the two of us, in this carnal bubble. My orgasm bursts through me, and I cry out my release. Kian pulls out, then comes all over my thigh with a grunt.

He uses his shorts to clean me up and pulls me to his chest. “I will fucking kill, maim, or destroy anyone who even thinks of hurting you. Do you hear me? So next time you cry over what that asshole did to you, you can plead with me all you want to spare him. I won’t.”

I nod, a desire to show that asshole he didn’t break me surfacing. It might be late, but it’s never too late for justice to be served.

He carries me to the shower and washes me with utter care and gentleness. Tears of happiness, of sheer relief cascade over me. He doused all flickers of doubt in my heart and the feeling is liberating.

After the shower, we get dressed and I say as I pull on my jeans.

“I have to go check on Luna.”

“Can I come with you?”

I nod, still raw from today, and after the sex we had, I need him around me more than usual.

When I open the door to Diana’s apartment, Luna notices Kian behind me and completely ignores me, rubbing herself against his legs.

He winks at me and squats to pet her. “I have a way with pussies.”

I shake my head at his unwavering confidence, not able to deny the truth.

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