Page 87 of Lords of Ruin: Savage

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hips jerking as he finds my clit, his tongue circling it, teasing it until I’m panting, my hands gripping the sheets.

He doesn’t let up, his tongue working me until I’m on the edge, my body trembling with the need to come. “Vincent, I’m close,” I moan, my voice breaking.

“Come for me, Willow,” he growls, his lips closing around my clit, sucking hard as his fingers slide inside me.

And I do. My body convulses, my back arching as waves of pleasure crash over me, and I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as he works me through it, his tongue and fingers coaxing every last drop of pleasure from my body.

When I finally come down, my body trembling with aftershocks, he pulls back, his eyes dark with need as he looks down at me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

I reach for him, pulling him up to me, my lips finding his in a kiss that’s full of promise. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He groans, his hips pressing against mine as he reaches to cup my breasts. “You’re going to be the death of me, Willow,” he growls. My back instinctively arches as I mourn against his touch.

He chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine as he positions himself at my entrance. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It’s just us, just this moment, and the overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, my heart pounding as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Always.”

And then he’s pushing into me, his thick length stretching me, filling me in a way that has me gasping, my nails digging into his back. He moves slowly, giving me time to adjust, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Fuck, Willow,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips as he bottoms out. “You feel so good.”

“You feel amazing,” I gasp, my body adjusting to him, the pleasure building with every thrust.

He starts to move faster, his hips rolling into mine in a rhythm that has me moaning, my hands roaming over his body, desperate to touch him everywhere.

“Vincent,” I moan, my head falling back as he hits that spot inside me, the one that makes my toes curl.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “Let me hear you. I want to hear how much you love this.”

“Fuck, Vincent,” I cry out, my body tightening around him as I get closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Willow,” he demands, his voice rough with need.

And I do. My body convulses, my back arching as waves of pleasure crash over me, and I cry out his name, my nails digging into his shoulders as he works me through it, his hips never stopping.

“Vincent,” I moan, my voice breaking.

“Come with me,” I beg, my body trembling as I feel his thrusts become erratic, his own release imminent.

And then he’s there, his body tensing as he buries himself deep inside me, his growl echoing in my ears as he comes, his hips jerking as he rides it out.

We collapse together, our bodies tangled, our breathing ragged. Vincent pulls me into his arms, his lips brushing against my forehead as we catch our breath.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, his voice low. “I can share everything but you.”

Before I can respond, my phone rings and I roll over to grab it off the bedside table, without looking at the caller ID I answer the call.

“Hello?”

“Bitch!” Rudy shrieks loudly in my ear. “Stop fucking and get down these stairs. We are here!”

“OMG,” I pale, hanging up the phone and looking at Vincent’s laughing face. “This is terrible.”

“Oh, it can get worse.” Vincent murmurs, pulling me closer to his chest, the feeling of his growing cock making me moan.

“What can make this worse?”

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