Page 58 of Ruthless

“I’m sorry. I thought I could sleep next to you, but I can’t.” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That the only thing bothering you?” I press a kiss to his swollen knuckles.

“Axel said something last night.” He swallows as a muscle twitches in his jaw.

“What did he say?” I freeze, narrowing my eyes. That wasn’t what I thought he was going to say.

“I don’t want you to leave again.” His fingers tighten against mine in a death-like grip. “Promise me it won’t come to that.”

The turmoil behind his eyes is like a knife straight to my chest. I sit up and straddle his lap, interlocking my fingers behind his neck and facing him. His hands circle my waist as I do, but he keeps his head down.

“Look at me.” I keep my voice soft like I’m talking to a wounded animal. The longer we’re together, the more I’m figuring out what makes this man tick and how to navigate through these tricky waters with him.

He lifts his head, and the turmoil swimming behind his eyes has an ache spreading across my chest.

I press a kiss to the side of his mouth, enjoying the way his stubble tickles my cheek. “I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” My lips move to the other side, and give him another kiss. “I want to dance with your demons, but you have to lead the way.” I lean my forehead against his and hold his gaze. “Can you do that?”

His hands tighten around my hips as I feel him harden underneath me. He lets out a deep sigh that fans across my cheeks. “I’m fucking trying, Hummingbird.”

“I told you, we’ll figure this out together.” I cup the side of his face and rub my thumb along his jawline.

The silence stretches between us, and I could be the first to break it, but I wait him out. He’s locked in his head, letting my words sink in, and it’s something he has to come to terms with on his own. It doesn’t mean that I can’t give a visual to help smooth things along.

I lean forward onto my knees and slide the waistband of his sweats down until his dick springs free. My fingers circle around him as I stroke him from root to tip. I swirl my thumb over the precum dripping out of his tip, rubbing it over his swollen head.

His head drops back against the headboard as he lets out a low growl that vibrates through my whole body. Thanks to my pregnancy hormones, I’m already wet and aching for him to fill me. I lift up onto my knees, ready to slip off my underwear, but he’s in no mood to wait. He rips them off one-handed and tosses them to the floor. I almost laugh at his eagerness, but it matches my own.

My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I slowly sink down onto his length until he’s buried inside me. He’s so deep I can feel him in my stomach. I feel full and hungry all at the same time.

I sit there for a moment staring into his gaze and enjoying our physical connection. He throbs inside me, and everything inside of me is begging for my hips to move, but I keep still. I want him to feel it. Feel us. Feel what we’re creating here. I could tell him how I feel, but sometimes our bodies say what our words cannot.

He continues to watch me, not moving a muscle and letting me take the lead. A muscle in his jaw twitches as his fingers dig deeper into my hips.

“You feel it?” I grind myself down onto him until he’s buried so far inside me that I don’t know where I end, and he begins. Each movement is slow and controlled, with a purpose.

“Hummingbird, please?” He lets out a growl so deep I feel it vibrate against my entire body. He’s getting there. I just need to push him a little further.

“Tell me you feel it, and I’ll give you what you need. What we both need.” I continue my torturous pace, coaxing what I need him to understand.

“Yes. I feel it.” His blue eyes burn brighter than they were a few moments ago.

“You do what you have to do to make sure we’re all safe, and I’ll be here ready to wash the sins from your soul one kiss at a time.” I lean forward, take his bottom lip between my teeth and give it a slight tug.

“I’ll walk through hell for you. For you both.” His fingers dig into my skin as he lifts me and slams me back down onto his dick. He repeats this move a few more times, each more forceful than the last. A heaviness settles low in my belly as he hits me in all the right places.

“I don’t need you to. I just need you.” My toes dig into the mattress as I press my knees deeper into the mattress for better balance.

“You have me.” My hips move in a circular motion, causing him to stumble through his next words. “Holy fuck, do you have me.”

“Good. You do whatever you need to do, and we’ll be here. Battered and bruised, as long as you come back to me, we’ll survive. Got it?”

“I got you.” He does a slight nod of his head, and that’s all that needs to be said. He moves me up and down his length until I feel my core clamp down on him. The orgasm hits me hard and fast. Zane follows right behind me, and the two of us groan at the pleasure our bodies are ringing out from the other.

Our heavy breathing fills the room as we both come down from the clouds of ecstasy. I stay where I am, letting his warmth settle over me. He’s still buried inside of me as my fingers toy with the long strands of his hair that have come loose.

“When’s the last time you cut your hair?” I ask.

“I don’t like anyone to touch it. Not after what happened.” He shrugs.

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