Page 94 of A World of Ruins

I look up at him, my breasts tightening at the sight of his hooded eyes.

He has probably done this with other men as much as he has with women.

I shake my head, determined I can do it. Iwantto do it. Iwantto learn on my own.

Leaning forward, I part my lips and gaze up from beneath my lashes, meeting his eyes.

I start off slow, swirling my tongue against the tip.

His head drops back against the throne, and I cannot tell if it’s beads from the rain or sweat that trail down his abdomen.

‘If you keep teasing me like this, I’m going to lose it, Goldie.’

I pause, smiling with my tongue still out. I grip his shaft, squeezing it gently and making his hips jerk at the sensation.

His reaction only makes me want to do it more, to show him a side of me no one has ever seen and will never experience except for him.

‘Nara—’

I take him into my mouth, cutting his words off. He swears under his breath, and for just one moment, I’m lost, not knowingwhat to do or how to please him, but as he rocks gently against me, I find my rhythm. Slow and languidly.

He fists my hair between his fingers, writhing beneath me. Deep moans release from him, and I continue sucking and sliding my lips up and down him until he is shaking.

Madness takes over me, my own body betraying me as it aches for his touch on me, too.

As my movements quicken, his breaths become choppy, and his legs tighten up against me.

I know he is nearing the edge, but just when it seems like he is about to give in, he summons the strength to resist and effortlessly lifts me onto his waist. I squeal in delight as he surprises me with his sudden action, allowing him to rise while my legs remain securely wrapped around him.

He switches us around, my nightgown gently gathered at my thighs, with my legs gracefully elevated upon his shoulder and his face buried between my thighs.

I almost let out a scream but stifle the sound with the back of my hand, knowing the echoes might alert someone.

My desires consume me, driving me to move with an intensity that matches Darius’s strokes.

With a swift motion, he tears my nightgown apart, revealing my wet breast. I’m squirming and panting as his tongue dances along my throbbing centre.

I say his name like a prayer as his touch caresses my body, and the palm of his hand traces a path across my skin, up my abdomen, chest and, finally, neck. I lean my head back against the throne as he firmly grasps my throat, holding me in place.

‘I love you,’ I whisper, and he pauses. I almost protest once again but he leans over me, the tip of him nearing my entrance before he slides into me.

I gasp at the sensation as his forehead rests against mine.

‘I will never tire of hearing you say that,’ he says with each thrust.

I bite my lip. ‘And you?’

‘You already know what I feel.’ His movements become faster, my pleasure reaching its peak. ‘No word will ever suffice for what my love for you is, Goldie.’

My heart soars.

‘My Crello,’ I say.

‘My Solaris,’ he whispers.

And right then, we lose ourselves to each other, over and over again.

CHAPTERFORTY

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