Page 94 of Carved in Ruin

She can fight me with her words all she wants. Her body, though—her body tells the truth.

Her thighs tremble as I kiss the soft skin just above her knee. I feel her tense under me, but I don’t stop. I trail higher, each kiss drawing out her anticipation.

“Rafael,” she warns. She tries to push herself up from the bed, but I’m faster. With my forearm, I press her back down, pinning her effortlessly.

“Stop!” she screeches, but the way her body arches beneath me says otherwise. I glance at her thighs, glistening, and smirk. Her wetness is undeniable.

“Yum,” I murmur, my voice low and teasing, letting her know I see everything she’s trying to hide.

“Don’t you dare,” she hisses.

I chuckle, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Why so shy, Mila?”

She whines, her hands fisting the sheets as I inch closer to where she’s most vulnerable. “Because… it’s dirty,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

I pause, letting my breath fan over her pussy. “Dirty?” I repeat. I lift my head, meeting her wide, embarrassed eyes. “Nothing about you is dirty, Mila. Nothing.”

She tries to wiggle away, but I don’t let her. “You’re delicious. All over. Nothing you do could ever turn me off.”

Before she can argue, I delve in, my tongue tasting her sweetness for the first time. She gasps, her body jolting as pleasure overtakes her. Her protests fade into soft moans, her fingers clutching the sheets as I consume her completely.

She’s perfect, every sound, every movement driving me to worship her even more.

“You taste like heaven,” I mutter with her clit between my lips.

She shudders. I smile against her cunt, knowing I’ve unraveled her completely—and I’m just getting started.

I spread her thighs wider, exposing every inch of her to me. She’s soaked and the sight is enough to make me groan.

“You’re dripping, Mila,” I tease. My tongue goes to her entrance, tasting every bit of her. “So sweet. Do you even know how good you taste?”

“Rafael, this is so embarrassing,” she shrieks, but her words lack conviction. Her body betrays her, her hips jerking forward as if they’re chasing my mouth.

I smirk against her, dragging my tongue through her folds, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her gasp. I pull back slightly, letting my breath ghost over her slick heat. “Your body is begging me to keep going. Tell me the truth, Mila. Tell me you want this.”

“No,” she whispers.

I press my tongue flat against her again, pushing deeper, my nose brushing against her back hole. She freezes, her body tense under me, and she tries to wiggle away again.

“Stop that,” I growl, gripping her hips tighter to keep her still. “Nothing about you disgusts me. Nothing.”

“It’s too embarrassing, please don’t.”

I press a kiss to her asshole, savoring the way she gasps in shock. “You’re perfect everywhere,” I say. “I’ll show you.”

My tongue flicks against the tight ring of muscle, teasing her. “No, oh, oh, oh,” she pleads.

“Relax,Kroshka,” I murmur, my voice soothing but commanding. “Let me make you feel good. Stop fighting what you want.”

She’s tense, still resisting, but my tongue strokes over her repeatedly, softening her defenses. I feel her begin to melt. Her breathing becomes uneven, her hips no longer pulling away but instead pushing back.

“See?” I whisper. “You like this. You like the way I worship every inch of you. You like that I think you taste like candy from your mouth to your asshole.”

I take my time, alternating between teasing her back hole and plunging my tongue into her heat.

“Let go, Mila,” I murmur against her, my tongue never stopping. “Let me take care of you.”

She finally gives in, her body going slack beneath me. I grin against her skin. I’ve won. She looks beautiful when she cums.

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