Page 70 of Ruin

She kissed him back with a fervor that bordered on frantic, sliding her hands up his broad back, fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt. Angry at the clothes separating them, she tugged at his waistband.

She needed to feel the heat of his skin, the solid reality of his body against hers.

At her frustrated moan, Ruin broke the kiss, breathing heavily. Those burning yellow eyes bored into hers, intense and unyielding, as he stood and tugged his shirt over his head.

Her gaze traveled over the intricate web of scars and tattoos marking his pale skin, saliva pooling in her mouth. Gods, he was beautiful.

With deliberate slowness, he reached down to unclasp his pants. She watched, transfixed, while he stripped away the rest of his clothing until he stood before her starkly, magnificently bare.

Pushing up on her elbows, she drank him in. “You're so… ”

“So?” he prompted, a flicker of curiosity in his otherwise predatory gaze.

“Pretty,” she sighed dreamily.

“Pretty?” he exclaimed, looking momentarily flabbergasted.

He gave a rough shake of his head as if she’d just completely thrown him for a loop.

Lira just smiled and nodded. “Mmhm. And big.”

She let her eyes wander over him, from his towering height to the broad expanse of his shoulders and chest, down to the thick length of his cock. Everything about him was enormous compared to her, and it excited her beyond reason.

He gave a deep, rumbly chuckle and shook his head again, bemusedly.

“And very scary,” she murmured huskily.

He made a sound almost like a purr. “You like big, pretty, scary things, little bird?”

“I do when they’re you.”

With a guttural sound of approval, he knelt over her and stripped her, one piece of clothing at a time. He seemed to savor every inch revealed, as if committing them to memory.

Once she was bare and laid out before him, he took a moment to drink her in. She could see the thoughts flickering behind his intense gaze. Admiration. Lust. Love. It was a heady mix that made her feel powerful and utterly vulnerable at the same time.

“Beautiful,” he murmured reverently. “Fuckin’ perfect.”

For the next two hours, he worked very hard to show her exactly how beautiful and perfect he found every inch of her body.

Exhausted and thoroughly sated, Lira lay in the circle of his arms, feeling like a blissed out heap of jelly. Lulled by the soothing thump of his heart under her ear and his steady stroking of her hair, she was floating on the edge of sleep when a faint but insistent scratching sound from the front room finally filtered through.

“What’s that noise?”

“Your pet,” he rumbled.

“M’kay.” She started to push herself up, intending to go let it in, but Ruin stopped her before she’d more than shifted an arm.

“Stay. I’ll let it in.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, then rose from the bed, stark naked and unashamed. Rolling onto her back, she watched him go, admiring the way his muscles moved as he walked.

She heard the quiet hiss of the door sliding open, then the unmistakable whirr of Beep’s wings as it zipped into the bedroom.

Its once-damaged casing now gleamed, the silver exterior shining and whole. It made a beeline for her side of the bed, antennae waving in a concerned manner.

“Szzrr tpeep!”

“I’m okay,” she hummed, patting its side. “And you look very handsome.”

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