Page 76 of Made For Ruin

She’s trembling in my arms, her legs threatening to give out. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her up as I grind against her, hitting that secret spot deep inside.

“Come for me, Lainey. Now.”

My command is all it takes. She shatters with a scream, her pussy rippling around my cock as she comes undone. I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her with a guttural shout.

We stay locked together, both panting harshly as the aftershocks roll through us. I press open-mouthed kisses along her spine, tasting the salt-slick sweat on her skin.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur, gentling my grip on her hips. “I’m here. You did so well, baby. My perfect girl.”

Lainey sags back against me, trusting me to support her. I hold her close, reveling in the feeling of her soft skin against mine.

In this moment, nothing exists outside of this room, outside of her. She’s my entire world. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, to cherish the incredible gift of her submission.

Because she’s mine now. Utterly and completely. And I’m never letting her go.

I carefully disentangle our bodies, then scoop Lainey up into my arms. She nestles her head against my chest as I carry her to the bathroom.

“Let me take care of you now,” I murmur, setting her gently on the counter.

I grab a soft washcloth and run it under warm water. With tender strokes, I clean the sweat and arousal from her skin, washing away the evidence of our passion.

Lainey watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

“I want to.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “I need to. Let me.”

She nods, wordlessly giving me permission. I take my time, lavishing attention on every inch of her satiny skin. It’s an act of devotion, of worship.

When I’m finished, I wrap her in a fluffy towel and carry her back to bed. I tuck her under the covers, then slide in beside her, gathering her close.

Lainey sighs contentedly, tracing idle patterns on my chest with her fingertip. “That was...”

“Intense?” I supply when she trails off.

“Mind-blowing,” she corrects with a small laugh. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Pride surges through me at her words. Knowing I can give her pleasure unlike anything she’s experienced.

I tilt her chin up, gazing deep into her ocean-blue eyes. “Lainey, I...” The words stick in my throat. Three simple words I haven’t said in decades.

Her brow furrows. “What is it?”

I swallow hard. It’s now or never.

“I love you, Lainey. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while now, I think.”

Tears spring to her eyes. For a heart-stopping moment, I think I’ve misread this, ruined everything.

Then she smiles, radiant as the sun. “Oh Marcus, I love you too. So much.”

Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave. I claim her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my love, my devotion into it.

We make love again, slow and sweet. Savoring each sigh, each whispered endearment. Tears mingle on our cheeks, happy ones this time.

After, we lay tangled together, her head pillowed on my chest, directly over my heart. Where she belongs.

NINETEEN

LAINEY

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