Page 100 of Ruthless God

Like he’s one breath away from losing that control entirely.

“Claudius—” I don’t know if I’m about to beg him to keep going or to stop before I completely lose myself.

But he takes that decision out of my hands.

His lips claim mine again, hard and consuming, his grip tightening at my waist as he pulls me fully against him.

My head spins, every part of me locked in the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his heat. We kiss until we become frantic.

Nipping his earlobe, I say, “I want you to finish what you were doing when I woke up.”

“You want to watch me jerk off?”

I snort. “No. I want you to finish getting off…inside me.”

His lips curl into a wicked smirk. “Anything the lady desires.”

With practiced ease, he tugs down my shorts and panties, his hands sure, unhurried, like he's letting the anticipation build just to watch me squirm. He doesn’t even bother taking off his pants. No, he’s too focused. Too intent.

His hands find my thighs, spreading me open beneath him, and then—oh.

The moment he pushes inside, a sharp gasp escapes me.

Because this? This is different. Different from anything before. Different from Gabriel. And I know, in that instant, that I’m completely, utterly fucked.

His hands tighten at my waist, his lips brushing against my ear, his breath hot, teasing.

“Stay here. With me,” he murmurs as he moves, each slow, deliberate thrust searing something deep inside me.

His words settle over me, heavy, unexpected.

Not just a demand. A request. A claim.

And the most dangerous part?

I think I want to.

And so I do.

I let him take me, ruin me, consume me…until nothing else exists. Until all I can feel is him.

He moves with purpose, with possession, like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as I have.

We lose ourselves in each other, over and over, until the only sounds in the room are our ragged breaths, whispered curses, and broken moans.

Until we both find release.

And then he does it again.

And again.

Until the sun creeps through the heavy curtains, casting soft golden light across the red velvet canopy.

Until my body is aching, boneless, satisfied in a way I didn’t know was possible.

Until I can’t tell where he starts and I end.

Until he’s all I can think about.

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