Page 45 of King of Ruin

This embrace is neither quiet nor soft. Energy crackles between us as his hand slides from the small of my back to the spot just above my ass.

I tilt my face toward his, knowing what I want.

Yesterday, everything felt out of control. Crazy.

Today, I’m caring for a cat, I know who Roman is and I think I know his agenda. And I know mine too.

I’ve been dying to be in bed with a man who makes me feel like Roman.

And here I am…

Is it the best of circumstances? No. Will I have this opportunity again? Who knows. Am I justifying? Absolutely.

But when his hand slides back up to my waist and then dips under the elastic of the little shorts I’m wearing, I don’t protest.

In fact, I shift my leg so that I’m spread wider as skims his hand over the crack of my ass and then dips his fingers between my legs.

Liquid fire spreads through me as my back arches to give him all the access he wants. I swear, he could twist me into a pretzel and I’d let him as long as he keeps touching me.

He slides his fingers through my already dripping folds, swirling over my clit before he goes back to plunge his finger inside me.

I cry out, it feels so good, my head tossing back as I grind down on his finger. God, I’m so greedy when it comes to this man.

I want more, I want it all.

He pumps into me, curling around me to take my mouth with his. He kisses me over and over, his tongue tangling with mine as it plunges into my mouth. I skate my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.

I’m half expecting him to pull me on top of him again but he doesn’t. Instead, he rolls me onto my back, coming on top of me.

My shorts are off in a second, my legs automatically wrap around his hips, allowing his finger to push deeper inside me. It feels so good, stretching me, touching that spot deep inside that has me wild. He pulls out and then adds another finger as he plunges back in.

I leave one hand in his hair, yanking at the strands as the other fists into the sheets.

His cock, still in his underwear, grinds against my clit. The orgasm is already building and I make this mewling noises as my body tightens.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he grits out against my lips. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So…so do you,” I can barely speak I’m so breathless. I’m so close that I’m starting to vibrate.

And that’s when Roman eases back…

A different cry falls from my lips as I vent my frustration. It only makes Roman laugh, his low deep chuckle making my body hum.

“I don’t want to take my fingers out of you so I’m going to need you to take that tank top off.”

I do as he commands without thought or question, wriggling out of the fabric. His fingers brush my insides, the balled fabric of the tank clenches in my fist as I roll my hips to feel more.

He kisses a trail down my jaw, over my chest, stopping to suck a nipple into his mouth. I’m crying out again, so ready for whatever he wants to give me.

My pulse is fluttering to the rapid beat of my heart as he sucks on the other nipple and then slides lower, kissing over my belly, his tongue tasting my skin.

It’s so hot, I forget to breathe. And then he slides lower. Using the flat of his tongue, he licks up my seam, my thighs starting to shake again as random words fall from my lips. Wait. Not random. I’m begging…

He licks again, swirling the tip of his tongue over my clit. That’s when I lose it. Like completely lose it.

I scream, the shudder so full and deep, my entire body spasms. On and on it goes until I’m so spent, I completely relax into the bed, the tank still in my hand above my head. “Wow.”

Roman pushes up on his elbows, his deep rumble bringing me back to life. “Maddie.”

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