Page 159 of Theirs to Ruin

He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, lingering kiss.

Kage's hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he began to pump. Each thrust was deliberate and slow, like he was savoring every moment, every reaction from me.

His forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "All laid out for me, taking my cock so well."

A cry escaped my lips as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. When his thumb began to circle my clit, it was almost too much. The combined stimulation had me teetering on the edge.

"That's it," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."

His words were like a spark to dry tinder. The pleasure that had been building coiled tighter and tighter until it felt like I would burst. His thrusts grew more insistent, and the friction of his piercings against my inner walls drove me higher and higher.

"Kage," I gasped, my fingers digging into his back. "Please, don't stop."

He chuckled softly, the sound dark and full of promise. "I wouldn't dream of it."

The pace he set was relentless, each thrust perfectly angled to hit just the right spot.

Suddenly, the coil of pleasure snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me. "Kage!" I cried out, my back arching off the bed as the world spun around me. My pussy walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, wanting to keep him inside me forever.

He continued to thrust, riding out my climax, the look in his eyes one of pure satisfaction. As the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through me, he leaned down and pressed a heated kiss to my lips.

I sighed, feeling cherished and desired.

Kage's chuckle reverberated through me. "You think that was good?" he said, his voice husky. "Now the real fun begins."

Before I could question him, he pulled back and thrust into me with renewed force. The steady rhythm he’d adopted was replaced with something fiercer, more animalistic. With every deep thrust, he claimed me, owned me. It was like he was staking his territory, marking every inch of me as his own.

"Fuck, Camille," he rasped, one hand tangling in my hair while the other gripped my hip.

I gasped as he shifted angles, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Gone were the soft caresses of before. Now, there was just Kage’s hunger. The pleasure was so intense, so overpowering, that my nails dug into his shoulders, my legs wrapping tighter around him, urging him deeper.

His movements became more insistent, his pace relentless. He knew exactly where to touch, how to move, to draw out the maximum pleasure from both of us. Every thrust was perfectly timed, every angle expertly calculated.

Suddenly, he flipped our positions so he was on his back. He slid even deeper inside me, hitting spots I didn't even know existed. Experimentally, I rocked my hips, savoring the delicious slide of him against me.

"That's it," he encouraged, his hands guiding my hips. "Find what feels good."

Every rise and fall, every shift and grind, sent tingles racing up my spine. With every downward push, I took him deeper, savoring the stretch, the fill, the utter completeness.

Kage watched me with rapt attention, the intense look in his eyes amplifying every sensation. "You look so fucking hot riding me," he growled.

I increased my speed, wanting nothing more than to please him, and I reveled in the chaotic pleasure that swept overhis features. His gaze locked onto mine, the intensity almost too much to bear. "You ready for more?" he murmured, voice ragged.

Before I could respond, he thrust upward, hard and fast, catching me off guard. My body responded instantly, pleasure washing over me in waves. It was too much, too intense. My nails dug into his chest, seeking something, anything to anchor me to reality.

"That's it, Camille. Let go. Feel everything,” he commanded. “Every fucking inch of me."

He didn’t let up, his thrusts sending me spiraling higher and higher until the world spun out of focus. Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, he rolled us, pinning me beneath him with the weight of his body and his cock buried deep within me.

"Kage," I gasped. "I think I'm going to?—"

He cut me off with a searing kiss.

With a few more pounding thrusts, I shattered, waves of pleasure rolling over me. Kage shouted, and I felt every pulse, every throb, every twitch as he released, his climax pulling yet another orgasm from me. Our cries of pleasure mingled, echoing off the walls.

For long moments, we simply lay there, spent, our breathing ragged. Kage's body pressed me into the mattress, but it was a comforting weight. Every inch of our skin was slick with sweat, and my muscles trembled with the sweet pain of exertion. We were connected, bound together by something stronger than just physical attraction.

Finally, Kage lifted his head, his gaze searching mine. "You okay?"

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