Page 99 of Theirs to Ruin

“If I kill a hundred people in my lifetime,” he said, “but don’t hurt a hair on your head, Camille… I don’t see how the pearly gates can keep me out. So don’t hide from me. I’m going to own every part of your beautiful body.”

I trembled but didn’t contradict him. Who was I to argue with a fallen angel?

He pushed his hand into my panties again, and his thumb began making languorous circles around my clit. My body twitched in delicious agony, the pressure building, the room growing hotter.

“You’re so wet for me,” he breathed, his voice rough with need. Every word was punctuated by a more forceful push of his fingers, teasing my entrance before drawing back, not quite reaching the spot I needed him to touch.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer but not quite sure where I needed him most. “Kage,” I purred, my voice thick with want, a plea and command rolled into one. But he was in nohurry. He was savoring every moment, every gasp and whimper he could draw out of me.

Just as the pressure of my orgasm began to crest, he withdrew his fingers and shifted his position, sliding down the bed, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along my torso as he slowly dragged my panties down and off me. I felt the warm brush of his breath before he planted soft kisses on each of my thighs, teasingly close to where I craved his touch the most. Each kiss was a lingering promise, stoking the flames of my arousal to a fevered pitch.

When his tongue finally met my core, I nearly lost it. The wet, hot pressure was both delicate and rough, tender and insistent.

His hands gripped my thighs, pulling them wide, holding me in place as his mouth devoured me. The contrasting sensations— the coarseness of his fingers and the soft silkiness of his tongue—were maddening.

Growling like a wolf devouring a feast, he parted my folds with his fingers, granting his tongue deeper access. Every lap, every flick was precise and purposeful, designed to drive me wild. It felt as if he was unraveling me, layer by layer, with every deliberate move.

His fingers returned to play, thrusting inside me with the same rhythm his tongue danced on my clit. The sensation was too much—the dual stimulation sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body. His name became a mantra on my lips, each repetition punctuated by the rising crescendo of my impending climax.

“Kage…Kage,” I gasped, feeling the heat coil tighter within me.

His response was to press even harder, the fervency of his actions reflecting his own desperate need. His fingers curled inside me, searching, finding that sweet spot that sent sparks of pleasure zinging through every nerve.

The relentless pressure of his fingers and tongue coiled the tension within me tighter and tighter until I thought I’d never survive it. And then, with a final flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, I shattered, my climax crashing over me in a torrent of pleasure.

I screamed into my fist, jammed into my mouth with so much violence I would have worried about breaking my teeth had I been capable of worry. But I was only capable of gasping for breath, clawing at Kage’s back, curling my toes like I was being electrocuted. I came with a force that left me breathless, waves of pleasure radiating from my core.

I felt like a goddess. And it seemed to me that the only one who could make me feel that way was a god himself.

I wanted to pray at Kage’s feet, wash his body with oil, sacrifice myself on his altar.

In that moment, he was my God.

As my body slowly came down from its high, Kage moved back up the bed to face me, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with desire. The bulge in his pj’s was undeniable, pressing hard against my thigh. I moved to stroke it, but he teasingly evaded my touch.

From the look in Kage’s eyes, I realized quickly that this was a game we both wanted to play, but he would be setting the rules.

His gaze bore into me, possessive and intense. “You want something, Camille?” he growled, the vibrations of his voice causing a quiver deep inside me.

Boldly, I reached down and cupped him before he could evade my touch again, only to swallow hard when I realized he was so thick, my fingers were unable to wrap around his shaft. Trembling, I traced the prominent outline of his cock through the flannel of his pj’s, feeling the tiny ridges of his piercings that led to his tip, and….

To my frustration, he snatched my wrist, halting my progress. “Patience,” he breathed, his voice laden with warning and promise.

Shivers ran down my spine. Here was Kage—taking control—and God, did I want him to.

“You don’t get my cock until I say you do.” His voice was a deep rumble, causing me to squirm beneath him.

“Why?” I pouted, attempting to pull my hand free from his grasp, but he held me firmly in place. His eyes darkened with a wicked gleam.

He leaned in, whispering hotly in my ear, “You really think you’re ready to handle all of me?”

No, I really wasn’t. But… “Can I—can I please touch it.”

“Such a good girl to ask so sweetly.” His free hand trailed down, fingertips dancing over my abdomen and hooking into the waistband of his pants. Slowly, agonizingly, he pulled them down just enough to reveal his thick cock, which sprang to attention, proud and beckoning. His velvety skin stretched taut over his engorged length, the head flushed a deep shade of pink.

I shook my head. There’s no way that thing was going to?—

“Don’t run scared on me now, Rebel. It looks like it’ll be too much for you, but when I stuff this cock inside you, you’re going to love it. Now touch it.”

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