Page 64 of Red Ruin

Even then, Vhex is a wild stretch.

His bumps are just the surface texture. Underneath lie hidden rings that expand and contract, turning his cock into a spring that gently tests the limits of my walls.

“Wait.Stop.” He’s only two inches deep and electricity shakes my thighs. “Let me.”

His texture.

His heat.

Vhex’s body is a playground. With every inch I take, I sink that much deeper into our soul connection.

He obediently settles his cock, leaving me gasping to adjust.

I want him.

I wantthis.

The venom roars, begging me to take Vhex all the way and let that wagging fin kiss my eager clit.

His magic sucks me all over, drawing me tighter, closer,deeper.

That’s why I freeze halfway down his shaft.

Guides are made to give ourselves to Sentinels.

To heal Vhex the way he needs, I have to give him all of me.

It’s already happening.

Our souls wind tighter and tighter, linking me deeper and deeper to everything he feels.

Vhex is fuckingdesperate.

He’s desperate for me, and he’s desperate for something darker that I’m not deep enough inside him to read.

But soon.

When he’s deep enough in me.

I sink another inch, trembling.

I hold all the control.

All his focus.

In this moment, I’m his everything.

The pleasure and power curl my toes. I push down.

Deeper.

Vhex fills me everywhere.

I clench around his hot length as our silks weave—just that five percent short of permanently.

Almost perfectly united, it’s much easier to sweep through his meridians. I untwist his silks like I’m twirling my own hair.

My hips rock as I soothe Vhex’s damage, loving the way he hooks me in, craving more.

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