Page 27 of Ruthless God

His hand hovers near the back of my neck, almost touching, but not quite, as if he’s waiting for some signal or unspoken cue. I can feel the heat of his body so close to mine, the tension between us growing with each passing second.

“Don’t overthink it,” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp just beside my ear. “It’s only natural to feel this way.”

His words swirl in the air around me, confusing me further. What way? This way?

The part of me that should resist, that should fight back, is strangely quiet, too busy trying to understand what’s happening to even think of running. My pulse beats in my ears, matching the rhythm of his breath, steady and slow.

He moves away, and the absence of his body next to mine feels like a void, a loss that I wasn’t prepared for. For a moment, I feel a strange emptiness in the space between us. An uncomfortable shift in the air. My skin prickles, as if it’s aching for his touch again, but I don’t let myself acknowledge that.

Focus, I tell myself.

But then, I hear it. The faint, sharp sound of his belt buckle clicking open, followed by the soft rustling of fabric as the zipper is slowly lowered. The noise echoes in the stillness of the night, each small sound amplifying in the charged silence between us.

My heart jumps in my chest, each beat louder than the last, as if it can’t keep up with the rising tension. I freeze, unsure whether I should look back, move, or stay still. My breath feels shallow, my body taut with anticipation, but also something else. A pull, a pressure that I can’t explain.

What is he doing?

I try to focus, but all I can hear is the subtle shift of his movements, the quiet sound of his breath, steady but laced with something more. His presence, though physically farther away now, seems to fill the space around me, suffocating and intoxicating at the same time.

Each second stretches longer than the last, a taut wire waiting to snap. I feel the air change, thickening with something unspoken. There’s a tension swirling around us, crackling in the charged silence. My mind races, heart thudding painfully, as I try to make sense of everything swirling inside me.

Every instinct tells me to do something—to speak, to act, to move away—but I can’t. My body betrays me, staying rooted in place, caught between the decision to move and the inexplicable need to wait.

What is he waiting for?

And then it hits me. It’s not just about what he’s doing. It’s about what’s coming next. The uncertainty. The unknown. That’s what makes the tension so unbearable. What will happen when I can’t predict the next move? What will he make me feel?

The silence continues to stretch, every sound sharp, every breath a reminder of how close we are to the edge.

“Please,” I whimper, the word escaping before I can think. The desperation in my voice is so raw that it surprises me, my body betraying my thoughts.

For a moment, everything freezes. The world seems to narrow down to just the sound of my breath, ragged and unsteady in the thick air between us. I can’t tell if it’s fear or something else that’s making my chest tight. Or if it’s the weight of what’s happening that’s choking me.

What am I even asking for? I try to grasp at the words, to pull them back, to make sense of what I’ve said. But I already know. Deep down, I know. I want Ghosty.

The realization hits me like a cold shock to the spine, an undeniable truth that pulls at me. My heart races, not with panic, but with something else. It’s a strange mix of curiosity and something darker. Something I’m too afraid to fully recognize.

I hear him move, the subtle shift of his weight, and it makes my breath catch. The tension in the air builds, each passing second stretching out like an eternity, heavy with the unspoken. A part of me wants to run, to escape the heat of the moment. But another part of me—the part that I don’t understand—is rooted to the spot, caught in this tension between desire and fear, in the tangled mess of what I know and what I want. It’s a feeling I’venever been able to put into words, but at this moment, it’s all-consuming.

I swallow hard, trying to steady myself, but I can’t stop the tremor that shakes my hands, the way my pulse hammers in my chest, betraying the calm I’m trying to force.

His gaze on me is intense and sharp with something unreadable. Even though I can’t see him, I feel it. He’s waiting, studying me, reading me. The silence between us is thick, pressing in, and I can almost hear the beat of my heart echoing in my ears.

“Do you understand what you're asking for?” he breathes, the question lingering in the air between us, a challenge, a warning, and something else entirely.

I want to answer, to say something that will explain everything. But the truth is, I don’t even know what I’m asking for. Only that I can't walk away now. Not when I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something I can’t take back.

I don’t move, not yet. But my breath hitches again.

And then I say, “I want you to fuck me.”

My answer lingers in the air, charged and maybe a bit uncertain. It’s a moment suspended in time, both fragile and heavy with the weight of everything unspoken between us. The silence that follows feels suffocating, thick with anticipation.

It’s like something inside him snaps, a shift in the tension that’s been building. The change is subtle at first, but it’s undeniable. I feel it—a surge of energy, of expectation, like the air between us crackles, taut and ready to snap.

His fingers grip my hips, the pressure firm and possessive. It’s not painful, but it’s a clear command, a reminder of the power he holds in this moment. I can’t breathe for a second, as if the touch has stolen the air from my lungs.

The world seems to narrow. The space between us, which was already so small, disappears as he leans in, his proximitysuffocating, and yet it makes me feel alive in a way I can't quite explain. My pulse quickens, each beat racing through my veins as the tension mounts. I’m caught in a strange pull, part of me wanting to pull away, part of me wanting to lean in further, to let it consume me.

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