Page 20 of Ruin

He was terrifying and menacing and perfect.

A needy whimper slipped free.

In answer, his mouth curved in a sly grin. “Like what you see, little bird?”

The rasp of his voice had her pussy clenching.

She nodded wordlessly, unable to tear her eyes from the hard ridges of his abdomen. Gods, how could anyone find his harsh edges and brutal lines anything but intoxicating?

A soft rumble, almost a purr, had her dragging her gaze up to meet his. Those strange, bright depths held an intensity that bordered on obsession, sparking embers low in her belly.

Ruin curled one hand around her nape, thumb stroking over her racing pulse as the other flicked open the fastenings of his pants. Stepping free of them and out of his boots, he bared himself to her.

Lira drank him in with shameless greed, following the dark whorls and jagged lines of his tattoos down to the hard length jutting from between his legs.

Her thighs contracted reflexively.

He was big. Gods, he had to be thicker than her forearm, though thankfully he wasn’t alarmingly long.

A slit bisected the bulbous head, curving from the top all the way around to the bottom, giving it a rounded M shape. The same greyish-white as his skin, it had a slight purple hue and looked deliciously, tantalizingly slick, as if it’d been coated in a thin layer of lubrication when it emerged from the cleft in his groin.

One heavy sac hung below, large and taut, an even deeper purple than the swollen head. Like the rest of his body, he was perfectly hairless here, as well. For some reason, that struck her as intensely erotic.

Her mouth watered, and her thighs were slippery with want. She wanted to impale herself on that slick girth, wanted to feel him push that thickness inside her. The thought alone left her feeling fever-hot and needy.

Trailing his knuckles down her cheek, he murmured, “Touch me.”

The simple request, spoken with such gruff yearning, made her shiver.

Reaching out with trembling fingers, she ghosted them over the searing heat of his cock. A drop of thick fluid beaded at the slit as he shuddered. His stomach clenched, muscles rippling beneath scarred skin. A sharp inhale hissed through his clenched teeth.

“Lira… ”

Her name, growled in that deliciously rough baritone, sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her. Craving more of those sounds, that voice, she stroked him again.

“Gods, little bird.”

She peered up at him, unable to resist trailing her tongue over her lower lip. He followed the motion, slit pupils dilating, a harsh groan rattling his chest. Then he was hauling her against him, sealing his mouth over hers in a ravenous kiss that stole what little breath remained in her lungs.

Hands roamed her body, molding her curves, tracing her scars, thumbs brushing over her peaked nipples until she writhed against him.

She felt consumed, surrounded, overwhelmed by his heat, his scent, his strength.

Cupping her ass, he lifted her effortlessly, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did so eagerly, whimpering at the contact as his thick cock nestled in the cleft of her pussy.

So big, so hard, the slick width of him slid against her, grazing her swollen clit in a slow, sensual grind.

“Ruin!” Lira threw her head back, lightning bolts of pleasure arrowing through her core. “Oh, gods… ”

“That's it, little bird,” he rasped. “Lemme hear those pretty sounds.”

Then his lips were on hers again, that long tongue thrusting deep, mimicking the exquisite rhythm of him gliding her up and down against his cock, driving her rapidly toward the edge. She clung to him, heat coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

Just when she thought she would shatter from the tension, he stopped. Her cry of protest was swallowed by his mouth as he stepped forward and lowered them to the bed, blanketing her body with his.

Bracing himself on his elbows, he gazed down at her, breaths harsh and ragged. “You trust me, little bird?”

“Completely,” she whispered, utterly sincere.

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