Page 136 of Shadows of Ruin

Our breaths mingled, intertwining as hers escaped in short pants. Her head fell back as she rolled her hips to meet my finger coaxing the pleasurable moan slipping from her lips.

“So close,” she whimpered.

Grinning, I sucked on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue in tandem movements with my finger, while I slipped a second finger inside of her. “Come for me, Illiana.”

She jolted at the sound of her name and crested over into waves of pleasure as she rode my fingers, grinding herself into them.

My cock throbbed in need. Watching her come undone made me feel like nothing else would ever be as hot or turn me on as much as she could. Lana would be the end of me. She would destroy me, and I would allow it. Willingly.

“I am not nearly satisfied,” Lana drawled, as she slid off the desk, pushing me back gently. Slowly, she moved me toward the edge of the bed. “Sit.”

My mouth watered. I loved when she got bossy. Demanding my obedience and rewarding me with earth-shattering oblivion.

“Yes, my queen.” I tilted my head in a bow, and she rolled her eyes at me. I obeyed her though, my hands resting on my knees, ready and waiting for her next command. She ran her fingers through my hair, and my cock twitched. One simple touch, one fucking touch and she owned me. The inexplicable pull grew stronger every time our bodies touched. That little spark craved her, demanded she be near.

“Good little shadow prince,” Lana murmured. “Just where I want you.”

Fucking Fates, this woman.

She dropped to her knees, and I moaned in anticipation. Knowing my cock would be in that perfect mouth of hers sent shivers up my spine. She looked up at me, her icy blue eyes piercing my very soul as she licked me from balls to tip before wrapping her mouth around and taking me completely inside of her.

“Little—”

She pulled off and tskd. “No talking. Let me take you.”

All I could do was nod in response, hesitant to disobey her wishes again in case she decided to punish me for my transgressions.

Lana smiled and cupped my balls in her hand, gently massaging them as she took the top of my cock in her mouth, licking and swiping the tip. It felt so damn good. I wanted more, needed more.

When she took me deep and I felt the back of her throat, I gripped her hair. “I am not ready to come, Little Rebel.”

Her gaze seared into me as she stared from her knees, licking the length of me as she pulled away. She didn’t stop though. A groan worked up my throat as I stared at her taking me so perfectly.

She swirled her tongue around my tip. “I want to taste you.”

She took my length again, and I couldn’t stop my hips from moving in rhythm with her. “That fucking mouth,” I ground out.

Lana hollowed her cheeks, sucking all she could take while wrapping her hand around the rest of me.

I thrust, feeling her gag slightly. Then she moaned, and it was too much. Her hands, her perfect mouth, all of it threw me over the edge, and I shouted her name prayerfully as I came.

I loosened my hold on her hair, rubbing small circles on her head as she took every drop. Her tongue flicked out, licking her bottom lip, and I lost it. Shadows poured into the room from me, and I leaned forward, tugging her upward and kissing her.

She stood between my legs, arms wrapped around my neck. “I love you,” I whispered against her mouth. “I am yours, Little Rebel.”

I cupped her face, searching hers as tears welled in her eyes. Somehow I knew she wouldn’t say it back, yet I also knew she felt it. I would show her every damn day what those words meant to me and earn them from her. I didn’t care how long it took.

“Say you’re mine,” I whispered, letting my lips touch hers, too lightly. She tried to press herself into me more, but I shook my head. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.” The words barely left her mouth as she pressed her lips against mine again. This time I let her in. She grasped my body like she thought I might disappear, and I took her delicious moans into my mouth.

“I will beg if I must, but I need to be inside of you,” I said, not recognizing the sound of my voice.

I barely registered her movements, as she stood and straddled my lap. I grabbed her hips, watching her lower herself onto my slickened member.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

A cocky grin spread over her beautiful face as she stared at me. I memorized the sound of every breath, every angle of her face as she slowly moved up and down, rocking her hips while she lowered herself again and again onto me.

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