Page 15 of Ruthless Sin

"Your jeans," she says softly. "Take them off?"

I stand, aware of her eyes on me, as I strip down to my boxers. I notice how her gaze lingers on my tattoos, my scars, the obvious bulge in my underwear. There's curiosity there, mixed with desire and a touch of apprehension.

When I return to bed, she reaches for me immediately, pulling me down for a kiss that's all heat and need. Her hands explore my chest and my back, learning the feel of me as I settle between her legs.

My hand slides between us, over her panties, feeling the dampness there. She gasps against my mouth, hips bucking into my touch.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, rubbing slow circles. "Let me make you feel good first. Want to make sure you're ready."

I slip my hand under the fabric, and she practically comes off the bed at the first touch of my fingers against her bare flesh. She's so wet, so responsive, it takes everything in me to maintain control. Especially when she makes those little sounds in the back of her throat.

"Oh God," she whimpers as I find her clit, circling it gently.

"I've got you," I murmur, kissing her neck as I slip one finger inside her. She's tight – Christ, she's tight – and I go slow, letting her adjust. "Just feel, baby. Let go for me. Nothing exists right now except this."

Her nails dig into my shoulders as I work her carefully, adding a second finger only when I'm sure she's ready. Her breathing gets faster and shorter, and I can feel her getting close. The way she moves against my hand, seeking more friction and more pressure, is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

"Ruthless, I'm... I think I'm..."

"Come for me, Angel. Let me see you fall apart. You're so beautiful like this, baby. So perfect."

She does, crying out my name as she clenches around my fingers. I work her through it, watching her face as she experiences her first orgasm at someone else's hands.

The way her back arches, how her thighs shake, the pure pleasure written across her features – she's never been more beautiful than in this moment, completely open and trusting with me.

When she comes down, her eyes flutter open, dark with satisfaction and renewed desire. "That was..."

I kiss her softly. "Just the beginning, baby. If you want more."

Her answer is to pull me down for another kiss, deep and hungry, and I know tonight is going to change everything.

For both of us.

Chapter 7 - Angel

My whole body is still tingling from what just happened, but I want more. Need more. The way Ruthless is looking at me – like I'm precious but also incredibly sexy – makes heat pool in my stomach again.

"I want more," I whisper against his lips. "I want you."

He groans, pressing his forehead against mine. "We'll go slow. If anything hurts or you want to stop—"

"I trust you," I cut him off, running my hands down his chest. When I reach the waistband of his boxers, he catches my wrist.

"Angel," his voice is strained. "You don't have to—"

"I want to touch you," I say, surprised by my own boldness. "Show me how?"

He guides my hand lower, and I gasp at the feel of him, hard and hot even through the fabric. When I slip my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around him, he drops his head to my shoulder with a groan.

"Fuck, baby."

The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating.

Ruthless – strong, controlled Ruthless – is trembling because of my touch. But then he's pulling away, standing to remove his boxers, and I can't help but stare. He's big, thick... Perfect.

"See something you like?" he asks, but there's tension in his playful tone.

I nod, unable to find words. He's beautiful – all muscle and tattoos and raw masculinity. And he's mine. The thought makes me bold enough to lift my hips when he hooks his fingers in my panties.

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