Page 50 of Ruin

Her eyes darkened, and her little tongue peeked out to lick at her lips. “Ruin,” she whispered.

“Yis?” he rasped, gaze glued to her mouth.

“I want you.”

He reared back slightly in shock. “Now?!”

She bit her lip, nodding. “Uh-huh. Right now.”

There was more than just desire swimming in those soft green depths. Lurking behind the heat was a flicker of something deeper—the same gut-wrenching fear of loss that clawed at his insides whenever he thought about her in danger.

“It's a bad idea. I know that.” She made quick work of the clasp of her cloak and shrugged it off. “But I don't care.”

The rustle of fabric filled the cramped space as she began to hike up her dress, inch by tantalizing inch.

Lust was an instant, all-consuming inferno setting him ablaze. His cock hardened, straining against the confines of his pants. She was right. This was a terrible idea. They were on mission. Hells, they were supposed to be keeping watch.

But he was also entirely incapable of denying her anything.

“You sure?” he forced out, his voice gravelly and thick with need.

In answer, she rucked her dress up around her waist, baring herself to his hungry gaze. His mouth went dry at the sight of her bare pussy glistening in the dim light, already slick with arousal.

“Very.”

A guttural groan tore from his throat. Needing no further encouragement, he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his usual dexterity deserting him in his desperation. Finally, blessedly, he freed his cock. It sprang out, already fully everted and hard as fucking steel.

Surging toward her, he picked her up and set her on the ledge running along the back wall. The moment he sat her down, she reached between them and notched him at her opening.

A shudder wracked his frame at feeling how wet she was, and his hips jerked forward of their own accord, driving the head of his shaft into her.

His eyes nearly crossed at the sensation. She was still so fucking tight.

He had to swallow hard past the growl stuck in his throat before he could speak. “Spread your legs wider for me, little bird. Let me into this tight little cunt.”

Lira complied eagerly, bracing her heels on the ledge and scooting her ass to the very edge. The movement drove him deeper. They both gasped at the sensation.

“Gods! Careful!”

“No. Give me more. Fuck me, Ruin.”

A full-body shiver coursed through him at her words. Cracking his eyes open to slits, he shook his head even as his muscles shook with the need to bury himself to the hilt.

“Not gonna hurt you.”

“You're not gonna hurt me,” she growled back. “But you might drive me crazy if you don't give me what I need.”

The adorable ferocity startled a breathless laugh out of him, but it quickly choked off into a groan when she suddenly shoved herself forward, taking another inch.

“Fuck!” Thank the gods this service corridor was soundproofed, because the expletive came out much louder than he’d intended.

“Yes,” she panted, her inner walls clenching around him. “Fuck me.”

Goosebumps erupted all over him, and his control fractured like thin ice under too much weight.

Bending down, he captured her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. The taste of her—sweet and intoxicating—flooded his mouth. Tongues dancing, he drew his hips back until just the head of his cock remained inside her, the cool air a stark contrast to her molten heat. Ruin surged forward, fucking her with just those couple inches she'd already taken. The slick slide of her walls gripping him nearly made his eyes roll back in his head.

“Gods, bird. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he rasped against her lips.

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