Page 14 of Ruthless Sin

The bedroom is dark until I hit the dimmer switch, casting everything in a soft glow. Angel stands in the doorway, and for a moment, I just look at her – all curves and strength wrapped in uncertainty and desire. Her lower lip is caught between her teeth, and the sight makes me want to grab her, devour her.

Instead, I approach slowly, like you would a wild thing you don't want to startle. "Come here, baby."

She does, and when I pull her against me, I can feel her heart hammering. My hands slide under her t-shirt, touching bare skin, and she shivers.

"Cold?"

She shakes her head. "Nervous. But good nervous."

I smile against her neck, pressing a kiss there. "We'll go slow. Nothing happens that you don't want."

Her hands find my chest, and this time when she starts unbuttoning my shirt, I let her. Her fingers tremble slightly but grow more confident with each button. When she pushes the shirt off my shoulders, her breath catches at the sight of my tattoos, the scars from years of fighting.

"You're beautiful," she whispers, tracing a particularly nasty scar near my collarbone.

The words make me laugh softly. "Think that's my line, baby."

But then her mouth replaces her fingers on that scar, and all humor quickly vanishes. Heat floods my system as she explores with lips and tongue, learning my body with an innocence that makes me both harder and more determined to take this slow.

"Angel," I warn when she nips at my neck, my hands tightening on her hips.

She pulls back to look at me, and the trust in her eyes nearly breaks me.

"Show me," she says softly. "Show me everything."

So, I do. I take my time removing her shirt and her bra, kissing every inch of skin as it's revealed. When she's bare from the waist up, I lay her on the bed, watching her hair spread across my pillow like a dark halo.

"Still okay?" I ask, needing to be sure.

She nods, reaching for me. "More than okay. Just... stay with me?"

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. Not now, not ever."

And as I lower myself to kiss her again, as her hands explore my back and her legs part to cradle me between them, I know I'm making her a promise. One that goes beyond this night, beyond sex, beyond even the club.

Because Angel isn't just giving me her virginity. She's giving me her trust, her heart, her future. And I plan to spend the rest of my life being worthy of that gift.

My hands explore her body with reverence, memorizing every curve, every reaction. When I take her breast in my mouth, she arches off the bed with a gasp that makes me throb against my jeans. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me closer as I worship her with lips and tongue.

Her sounds – soft whimpers and breathy moans – drive me crazy.

I switch to her other breast, and her grip on my hair tightens. Every response, every involuntary shiver, tells me exactly what she likes. And I plan to learn every single thing that makes her fall apart.

"Ruthless," she moans, and my name has never sounded sweeter. "Please..."

"Please what, baby?" I ask against her skin, trailing kisses between her breasts.

"I... I don't know. More. Everything."

I smile against her stomach, feeling her muscles quiver under my touch. At the waistband of her jeans, I pause, looking up to meet her eyes. They're dark with desire but still hold that touch of nervousness that reminds me to take this slow.

"Still good?"

She nods, lifting her hips in silent permission. I take my time removing her jeans, kissing each new inch of exposed skin – her hip bones, the inside of her thighs, behind her knees. By the time she's lying there in just her black panties, she's trembling, but not from fear anymore.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, running my hands up her thighs. "So perfect. Every inch of you. Every curve."

Her cheeks flush pink, but she doesn't look away. There's something incredibly arousing about how she maintains eye contact, even through her nervousness.

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