Page 91 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

"Yes," she whimpers, her voice barely audible, and I smile, my fingers moving faster, harder, just enough to make her cry out.

"Good girl," I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. "You’re being such a good girl for me. Just a little longer. Just… a little… longer…"

She whimpers, her body trembling, her hips lifting off the seat as she thrusts against my hand. I can feel her unraveling, her control slipping, and I know she’s close—so close.

“Don’t you cum,” I growl, my voice sharp and commanding. “Not yet.”

She gasps, her body jerking as she fights the wave of pleasure threatening to consume her. Her moans are desperate, raw, and it’s all I can do not to let her fall. But I won’t. Not yet.

From the front, Damien’s groan is louder now, his hand moving faster, harder, his eyes never leaving Willow. I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way he’s struggling to hold on, and it’s almost as satisfying as watching Willow fall apart beneath me.

“Cast, please,” Willow whimpers, her voice cracking. “I can’t— I need?—”

“What do you need, baby?” I ask, my voice soft, teasing. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need to cum,” she gasps, her body jerking with every thrust of my fingers. “Please, I need it.”

“Not yet,” Vincent growls, as my lips brush kisses along her collarbone. “You’re going to wait. You’re going to hold it. Do you understand me?”

She nods frantically, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. I can see the effort it’s taking her, the way she’s fighting to hold on, and it’s intoxicating. Her body jerks, her moans growing louder, more desperate, and I can feel her clenching around me, so close, so desperate, and it’s beautiful.

“Do you think I should let her cum?” I ask.

“I don’t know, Trouble looks so fucking beautiful when she’s begging.” Damien taunts.

“No. no. no. Please,” Willow protests, her body jerking almost violently around me.

“Please what, princess?”

“Please let me cum. I’ve been so good.” She whines, her voice turning into a rasp.

I take a deep breath before curling my fingers just how she likes and growling in her ear.“Cum for me.”

Her body jerks, her back arching off the seat as she cries out, her voice raw and desperate. I can feel her clenching around me, her orgasm ripping through her, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, my fingers thrusting harder, deeper, prolonging her pleasure until she’s trembling, her body jerking with every wave. “That’s my good girl.”

Her body is limp, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as she comes down from her high. I can feel her clenching around me, her body still trembling, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. My eyes flicker over to the GPS and I click my tongue at her.

“You still have 25 minutes left baby,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.

“What?” she pants out in a panic, just as I plunge two fingers back into her sweet cunt.

Willow

“Close your eyes,” Vincent whispers as we approach the dining room doors.

I hesitate for a moment, the flicker of uncertainty tugging at my chest. “If thisis what I think--”

“Just trust us,” Damien interjects from behind, his voice low and smooth, carrying that gentle authority that makes my pulse quicken with anticipation.

I comply, my heart beating a little faster as I close my eyes. The world becomes muffled around me, but my senses sharpen—the faint sound of the doors opening, the subtle change in the air. The fragrance of roses and vanilla surrounds me, sweet and heady, and something musky that makes my breath catch.

“Now,” Cast’s voice calls out, thick with excitement.

I open my eyes, and the sight before me steals the very breath from my lungs.

The dining room is bathed in a warm, golden glow, flickering from hundreds of candles scattered across every surface. The light dances like stars, casting shadows that make the space feel intimate, secretive, and impossibly romantic. Rose petals are strewn in a path leading toward a table draped in midnight blue silk, its sheen almost liquid in the candlelight. Crystal glasses catch the light, scattering it like constellations across the room, and the air feels heavy with the promise of something profound.

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