Page 43 of Tears of Ruin

“You made a mistake tonight.”I pushed the thought into the demon’s mind, my words crackling with embers.

Silo spat blood. “And what mistake was that?”

I curled my talons.

“You came for what’s mine,”I thought.

With a final, devastating sweep of my wings, I unleashed a wall of fire. It consumed the demon in an instant, swallowing his scream as the flames roared to life.

The night turned silent.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the crackle of dying embers and the sound of my own breath.

Then—

“Noam.”

I turned.

He stood there, staring at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. The firelight flickered across his face, highlighting every sharp angle, every expression.

Slowly, I took a step toward him, shifting back, my body aching from the battle.

His lips parted, but no words came.

And then—without hesitation—he closed the distance, his hands gripping my face as his mouth crashed against mine.

The world could burn for all I cared because I had already found my home.

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The remains of our dinner lay on the table across the room, our clothes a pile beside the bed. I threw my head back and moaned as Noam took my cock down his throat.

Sweet hell. I’d never felt anything more incredible, except the depth of Noam’s love. I slid my fingers through his hair, groaning as he lapped at my cock, his tongue teasing my shaft as it slid up and down the side of it then came back to the top to suckle the head. I moaned, loving the sensation that threatened to send me over the edge. I never wanted it to end.

Noam sucked my cock harder, the sensations stronger and more intense than before. I wanted to reach down and feel his jaw but was too afraid of breaking the trance. The pleasure was too much, each contracting muscle in his throat sending an electric current through my body.

Moving to the other side, Noam repeated the same motion, licking and suckling until I was moaning uncontrollably. It was as if he was trying to suck my brain out through my dick.

Noam wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to grip my shaft as he continued to drive me wild.

The speed and pressure increased, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. I buried my hands in the sheets as the pleasure rolled through me, every muscle in my body tensing as my orgasm hit like a wave crashing against the shore.

I shouted as my release finally exploded. Noam kept going, not stopping until I had completely exhausted myself and was left panting and gasping for air. He crawled up the bed and kissed the very breath from my lungs.

Then I spun him, spreading his legs before thrusting my cock inside his tight heat, uncaring my scars were on full display. I never hid from Noam, and he never shied away from me.

The raw pleasure that appeared on Noam’s face was mesmerizing. I became lost in the expression, fascinated that I was the one who was making him feel this way.

“Tu es le battement de mon cœur, chaton.” I kissed him, devouring his mouth as I thrust inside his body. “Le feu même dans mes veines.”

“I have no idea what you’re saying, but it sounds hot as hell,” Noam moaned.

I chuckled softly against his skin then whispered the translation into his ear. “You are the very beat to my heart, kitten. The very fire in my veins.”

My hips rocked forward, Noam’s ass so tight and hot around my cock that I was barely holding on to my control. The muscles gripped me like a slick, velvety fist, Noam bowing his back, taking my cock deeper. Sweet mercy, he was so breathtaking in the throes of passion. I gave a little snarl, my body moving powerfully, driving my shaft into the mind-numbing heat.

“Oh, heck.” He tossed beneath me, his lips parting as he held on to me. “Don’t stop. God, this feelssodang good.”

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