Page 30 of Tears of Ruin

The world narrowed to the press of his lips, pulling me into something deeper, something I never wanted to end. Inch by slow inch, Richard’s cock eased inside my ass. I met him halfway, sinking down on his hard shaft. The stretch burned as I bottomed out.

A gasp caught in my throat, my muscles clenching, my thighs quivering as I adjusted.Richard didn’t move, but I saw how he clenched his jaw.

A shudder rolled through us both, his hands tightening at my sides before relaxing again. A split-second instinct before he gave that control right back. My muscles were clenched, my thighs quivering as I adjusted.

Richard didn’t move, his muscles locked in place. He skimmed his fingers over my stomach, his breath uneven, his restraint razor-thin. His eyes were heavy-lidded, locked with mine, a plea in their depths to put him out of his misery.

Sensations surged, twisting low in my stomach, overwhelming me.

I moved experimentally, rocking just enough to make his breath stutter. “Dieu, Noam…”

A slow roll of my hips, testing, teasing, dragging pleasure through every inch of me. His hands trailed up my back, tracing the line of my spine, feeling every tremor, every movement. Breathless, aching, I pressed my palms flat against his chest, using his strength as my anchor, grounding me as I rode him slow and deep.

His hands rested on my hips, his lips parting, eyes dark, heavy, locked onto mine like I was the only thing that existed. Because this wasn’t about taking. It was about letting me have.

A slow rhythm began to build, dragging me into a world that only existed between us. His gaze was locked with mine, brimming with something so fierce and unshakable I swore I felt it wrap around me like a second skin.

I rocked faster, deeper, my breath breaking, my chest heaving as his cock drove inside of my body.

Then something deep inside of me cracked wide open, and I wanted to feel him pounding into me. Everywhere he touched left a trail of fire in its wake.

“Take the lead,” I begged, my desperation growing. “Don’t hold back.”

With a soft snarl, Richard’s grip on my sides tightened. He flipped us, and for a brief second, panic tried to take hold. His arm curled under my head, his hips punching forward, relentless, causing me to arch my back, letting him own me.

His gaze burned into me, branding me in ways I wasn’t sure I would ever recover from.

The pressure built, spiraling, pleasure radiating outward, my muscles tightening. I dug my fingernails into his biceps, his thrusts rocking my entire body. “R-Richard.”

There was nothing but wildness in his eyes, the glow intensifying. “Fall,chaton. I’ll catch you.”

His lips crashed against mine, shattering me completely.

“Richard!” I cried out as I broke apart with his cock still inside me. Pleasure detonated through every nerve, my entire body locking up as my orgasm stole the breath from my lungs.

Seconds later, he followed, his groan wrecked, his body tensing above me as his cock throbbed deep inside my body. Scorching heat filled me, drowned me, his fingers tangling in my hair as we rode out the pleasure together.

As we floated back down, Richard stroked his knuckles over my jaw, our ragged breaths loud in the space between us.

“So fucking perfect,mon chaton.” He exhaled, fingers trailing lazily along my side. His expression was soft, sated, but I saw a flicker of regret in his eyes. My chest tightened, every single insecurity inside of me flaring brightly.

When I tried to wiggle free, cursing myself for giving in so easily, the deep timbre of his voice stilled me.

“Breathe through the panic, Noam.” The pads of his fingers rested against my jaw, the glow in his eyes dimming slightly. “Whatever’s racing through that beautiful head of yours, don’t let it win.”

“You regret sleeping with me.” A lump rose in my throat, the words spilling out in a choke.

“Never.” He pressed a soft kiss on my cheek. “The only regret I have is pulling you into my world.”

I searched his eyes, wondering if he was telling the truth. “I don’t understand.”

Richard eased out of my body and then stretched out beside me. The air around him seemed to shift, the afterglow casting a soft sheen over his skin. Then, like a trick of the light, scars surfaced, as map of wounds etched into the hard lines of his body. Some barely there, others deep and jagged, most of them spread across his chest like remnants of a battle long since fought but never forgotten.

My brows furrowed, my fingers instinctively reaching, but I pulled them back before glancing up at him. “How?” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

A tuck of his fingers under my chin, and I was turning my head to gaze into his haunted eyes. “It happened because I refused to be cast into a role I never wanted.”

As hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering back to his chest, gazing at the pendant around his neck. “What role?”

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