Page 29 of Tears of Ruin

Whatever I was comfortable with. I had control. I knew that.

But I was too nervous to make the first move. So far, it had been Richard on his knees, making my brain cells explode. He wanted more, though, to take things further, which meant laying myself bare and not just my body. That kind of intimacy required the deepest trust.

My breath hitched, my heartbeat stumbling as I shifted against him, feeling the solid press of his cock against my gut. Heat spread through me, stronger than hesitation, louder than doubt, cutting through years of conditioning that told me intimacy came with risk.

Because this was Richard.

And Richard was safe.

I wanted this force of nature, this quiet strength, buried deep inside of me, taking pleasure from my body as I took it from his.

“Whatever you chose.” The deep timbre of his voice rolled over me, intoxicating and impossible to resist.

“I want to take this further, too.” Was that my breathy voice? I didn’t even recognize it.

His hands skimmed up my back, fingers threading through my hair, guiding me into another mind-blowing kiss. A slow, lazy drag of lips against mine, unhurried, stretching time between us.

I pulled back from his lips, looking up at him, breathing heavily as my cock stirred back to life. My palms slid over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers. It was in his eyes, understanding that he had to take control.

A wicked grin pulled at the side of his mouth. “With pleasure,mon chaton.”

To my surprise—and his, if the lift of his brows was anything to go by—I shoved him backward. Richard let me, a deep, beautiful laugh escaping him. “Does my little kitten have claws?”

“Is that what you’ve been calling me?” I’d heard him every time he’d said that word, but I hadn’t asked him what it meant. I… liked it.

Warm palms smoothed up my thighs, settling lightly at my hips. “Yes.”

The weight of his gaze devoured me, making me shiver. As I crawled onto the bed, Richard backed up until he was settled at the top of the bed. Before he could reach for me, I slid a leg over his waist, afraid of how I might react if he pinned me under him.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” he said in a low, playful growl.

A laugh nearly slipped out. Not because his praise was funny, but because my chest was so full, so tight I didn’t know what else to do with the feeling.

“I’ll follow your lead, kitten,” he murmured, his head resting against the pillows.

Those words undid me more than any touch could.

A shaky exhale left me as I shifted, bracing a hand against his chest. A small shift of my hips, I felt him, throbbing and hard against me, his cock pulsing as I moved. I bit my lip, adjusted my position, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance, sending heat surging through my core.

Then a thought struck me. “We need lube.”

I wasn't sure if I liked the smirk he gave me. “Let me show you why that statement is irrelevant.”

His hand on my back, Richard coaxed me forward, my backside rising inches into the air. “Richard…” I said nervously.

Then I felt something wet against my ring of muscle. My brows furrowed, my brain trying desperately to figure out what it was. I hadn't seen anything on the bed besides the covers. “Is-Is that you?”

“If you’re asking if that's my dick touching your hole, then, yes, it’s me.” He winked.

My brows hiked. “You come with built-in lube?”

Heat creeped over my face when I realized what I’d just said.

His deep, masculine chuckle filled the space between us. “Trust me. I’ll come,chaton.”

Another spurt against my hole, but this time I felt tingling.

“Kiss me, beautiful.”

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