Page 113 of Red Ruin

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Butnow?“Vhex. I can’t accept?—”

“Why? I’m giving, not asking.” Vhex shudders and keeps pumping his hand. “Thought…we were…making…love—ungh.”

Vhex’s abs roll in little pulses. His ass flexes and he rocks on his knees, dick vibrating helplessly.

It’s like he’s being electrocuted.

He trembles.

Groans.

“Hurts. So. Good.” Vhex rides through the full body shakes, never breaking pace as he edges himself just the way I told him to. He switches angles, circling his hips and working his fin. “Hot.Wet.”

I’m not trying to read into him any deeper, but the magic doesn’t care what I want.

Vhex’s single brain cell doesn’t give a fuck about his withheld orgasm. He’sobsessedwith the glide of my spit on his cock.

I knew Vhex was single-minded.

I just wasn’t expecting him to focus onme.

I’m boiling and my pulse throbs at Vhex’s puncture-point, but I’m not some helplessly addicted cock zombie.

Yet.

It would be weirdernotto want more of Vhex. He fucks like poetry, using every beautiful muscle until I’m jealous of his hand.

The longer he rides the edge of the climax he can’t reach, the more his features sharpen. His horn and cock extend. His eyes flash crimson. As his claws lengthen, he can finally palm his full girth with his longer fingers.

His panting deepens to an animalistic growl.

Vhex doesn’t think about stopping, let alone asking for relief.

He’shappy, even as his thoughts fray.

I like this so much more than I should.

I’m supposed to be helping him.

“Stop,” I rasp, “Come here.”

Vhex drops.

While I cup his chin, Vhex rolls me deep into the blankets. His cock presses my leg as hot and heavy as a fireplace poker, but he clings without a thought of complaint.

Vhex doesn’t have any more thoughts.

He has lust and pain.

Some beastly instinct reminds him I’m the only one who can fix either of those things.

“Don’t move. Just let me work, okay?” I pull Vhex in for a kiss.

I move slow and steady, untwisting his psychic knots as I softly suck his lower lip.

Vhex squeezes me tighter.

I hear fabric rip, then his sharp claws are biting my ribs.

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