Page 6 of Lords of Ruin: Savage

“I will tell you whatever you want to know once you are straddling my lap.” I say lazily and she sighs.

Without further debate she sways her hips in that way I was obsessed with at nineteen, and damn right drunk off of at twenty-one. She steps closer, and I can already tell she’s trying to play it cool, but the way her breath hitches when her thighs brush mine says everything. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she lowers herself down, her heat pressing onto my groin. I’m trying to stay nonchalant, but the way her scent swirls around me—vanilla, roses and cashmere—makes it damn near impossible.

She sits down with a slight groan, making sure I feel every inch of her against me.

“Happy now?” she murmurs, voice dripping with sarcasm, but I know she likes it. She always has.

I tilt my head back, flashing her that grin I know drives her wild. "Ecstatic."

Her lips tighten, like she’s resisting the urge to tell me off, but there’s a flicker in her eyes and I grab a handful of her perfect ass, making her grind against my hardening cock. She sucks in a breath and I smile, holding in the moan that wants to escape me.

“Why are you here, Cast?” Her voice is shaky, but there’s something else behind the words. Curiosity, or maybe...fear?

I drink her in—black hair streaked with pink, wild curls framing her burning hazel eyes. Her tan skin glows in the dim light, every curve, every movement laced with confidence that drives me mad.

She breathes in, her chest rising against mine, fitting so perfectly it feels like fate. My fingers itch to trace her curves, to pull her closer—but I hold back. Barely.

“Cast, tell me. You’re making me nervous.” She whispers, her golden hazel eyes shining into mine.

I press my thumb into her lower lip, my eyes flicking to her chest, watching it rise and fall with each breath she tries to steady. “You don’t really want to know, Willow. Not yet.”

Her breath catches as my hand finds its place around her throat, my fingers just firm enough to make her pulse flutter beneath my touch. She freezes for a moment, but the tension only thickens, and I can feel her heart pounding against my palm.

I lean in, my mouth capturing hers in a kiss that’s raw, desperate, and burning with need. The taste of her, sweet yet intoxicating, fills me up, erasing the space between us. I feel the heat of her body against mine, the curve of her hips pressed tightly to my lap. I deepen the kiss, my thumb grazing over the delicate skin of her throat as I pull her closer. The moan that escapes her lips is everything I need, everything I’ve wanted.

When we finally break away, her lips are swollen, breathless, and that same spark from when we were teenagers dances in her eyes. The look that says she wants more, and my chest is tight with the need to give her just that.

“I’ve missed you Cariña.” I whisper, a breath away from her swollen lips. “Tell me you’ve missed me.”

“Cast-”

Her breath hitches as I tighten my grip around her throat, my thumb brushing over the pulse point there. She’s so close, sofucking close, and I can feel the way her body trembles with anticipation. Her hips shift slightly against mine, and I let out a low growl, my other hand sliding down to grip her waist.

“Don’t lie Willow,” I growl, smacking her ass and pulling her closer against me. “I would hate to have to punish you during our reunion.”

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers so lightly I barely hear it, but I smile like a predator in her face.

“Tell me what you want, Willow,” I rasp, my voice rough, demanding. Her golden eyes widen, her lips parting as she hesitates. I can see the conflict in her gaze—the way she’s torn between wanting to give in and holding back. But I don’t have the patience for games tonight. Not when she’s sitting on top of me like this, her heat pressing against me, driving me insane.

“I want…” she starts, her voice trembling, but I cut her off with a sharp squeeze of my hand. Her breath catches, and I feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingers.

“Louder,” I command, my voice low and predatory. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Her hands grip my shoulders tighter, her nails digging into my skin as she leans forward, her lips brushing against my ear. “I want you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. But it’s enough. More than enough.

I release my grip on her throat, my hand sliding down to unbutton my pants and slide my cock out. She follows my motion like my good little slut and moves her thong to the side.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my lips grazing her ear. She shivers at the praise, her hips grinding against me instinctively, and I hiss at the wetness of her pussy against me.

She rolls her hips against my cock in a slow, deliberate motion that makes it twitch beneath her.

“Cariña,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips firmly, guiding her movements. She gasps as I take control, her body arching as I lift her slightly, then slam her back down onto me. Her moan is music to my ears, and I can’t help but snicker as she clenches around me.

“Fuck…” she whispers, her hands gripping my shoulders for support. But I’m not done yet. I lift her again, my fingers digging into her hips as I set a brutal pace, driving into her with a force that has her gasping for air.

“That’s it,” I mutter, my voice rough, my eyes locked on hers. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

Her moans grow louder, her body trembling as she tries to keep up with the punishing rhythm I’ve set. Her nails rake down my chest, leaving red marks in their wake, and I hiss at the sting.

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