Page 158 of Theirs to Ruin

“You’re so tight, so perfect,” he said darkly. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

The mention of him being inside me made my heart race. “I want you, Kage,” I whispered, my voice laced with need. "Please," I whimpered, rocking against his fingers, chasing the pleasure. “I want more.”

“What do you want, Camille?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

I looked into his eyes, feeling bold. “I want your mouth on me.”

Kage growled and quickly positioned me so I was lying on the bed, my knees bent and splayed open with his hard body between them. His fingers danced lightly over my thighs, teasingly close but never touching where I craved him most.

His hot breath fanned over my wetness before he dipped his head and licked my slit. The sensation was enough to make my back arch off the bed.

He continued to tease me with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, never lingering too long in one spot. With each swipe, he'd occasionally glance up at me, his eyes dark with desire, taking in my every reaction. My hips involuntarily lifted towards his face, seeking more.

"Patience, remember?" he murmured.

He lightly sucked on my inner thighs, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses. When he returned to my pussy, he circled my entrance with his tongue, making me whimper with pleasure. But he was still avoiding where I wanted him most.

"You're driving me fucking crazy," I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair, urging him closer.

"That's the point," he murmured.

Then, without warning, he flattened his tongue against my clit, making me cry out. He circled my clit again and again, the sensation heightened by his occasional soft suck. My toes curled. With every flick and swirl, my pleasure built, the tension coiling tighter within me.

His fingers pumped hard inside me again, and the feeling of his tongue at my clit with that delicious pressure inside me had me writhing.

His fingers delved deeper, his tongue moved faster. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to be on fire. My breathing grew erratic, my heart raced, and I felt myself spiraling towards that precipice of pleasure.

I was right on the edge, teetering, when Kage pulled away. I let out a cry of frustration and banged my fist on the bed. He hovered above me, his face glistening, his expression smug.

"I told you, I want to savor every moment," he said. “You’re not coming yet.”

Panting heavily, I watched as Kage began to methodically strip. Each deliberate motion seemed to be designed to drive me even crazier than I already was. When his jeans hit the floor and his cock sprung free, I unconsciously licked my lips.

"Don't worry," he said, eyes locked with mine, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "that's exactly where this is going."

He moved closer, straddling my chest. He looked down at me with a mix of lust and challenge, waiting to see what I'd do next.

I fisted him with both hands. I marveled at how hard yet velvety he felt under my touch. My thumbs circled his tip, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there. He hissed in a breath, eyes darkening even more.

Unable to resist any longer, I took him into my mouth. The taste of him, salty and unmistakably male, was intoxicating. Iswirled my tongue around him, feeling the ridges and veins, making him throb even more.

Kage groaned and he cupped the back of my head, putting me where he wanted me. I sucked him deeper, relishing in the sounds he made. His breaths grew sharper.

"Fuck," he breathed, looking down at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

Kage's eyes bored into mine. "You can still back out, Camille," he gritted out. “But it has to be now.”

My decision was easy. My answer swift. I pulled my mouth off his cock. "No," I said breathlessly. "I want this. Please."

His features tightened and he lunged for the nightstand, grabbing the condom and ripping it open. As soon as he’d carefully smoothed on the condom, his fingers found my clit again, each stroke making my body sing. He shifted closer. Fisting his cock, he guided it to my entrance.

Slowly, he pushed forward. He maintained eye contact, as if searching for any sign of hesitation or discomfort on my face.

He’d put his cockhead inside me already but the initial stretch of taking him was still more than I expected, a mix of pain and pleasure heightened by each of his piercings. He stopped when he was about halfway inside, allowing me a moment to adjust to his size. I whimpered softly, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of what I was feeling.

Drawing a shaky breath, he pulled back slightly, only to push forward again. He did this again and again, going a little deeper each time, every inch of him sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.

"You feel so good," I managed to gasp out, the feeling of him inside me surpassing any fantasy or expectation I'd ever had.

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