Page 68 of Red Ruin
The cling of his soul doesn’t match the desperation of his pace.
He wants to stay.
He wants to go.
I can relate.
And finally, I can deliver.
I’ll give him all the hate he wants.
“You want me to take you anywhere?” I pant. “Earn it.”
“Fuck.” Vhex hardens even more. His cock pulses, vibrating his bumps against my walls. “I want to. I want. Want. Want.You.”
Our silks weave.
Bathed in the purple light of our joined souls, he arches his spine and roars.
His cum is molten.
Hotter than his venom.
But it doesn’t hurt.
I writhe around him, milking him for more.
His orgasm unlocks mine. Shaking, melting, I bite Vhex’s shoulder and hope that it scars.
Helikesthat.
As his dick twitches and his silks grasp so gleefully possessive, my pussy drinks what it instantly recognizes as the antidote to his poison.
I haven’t read enough about the devil-sired bloodlines. I’ll grill Vhex about his venom later.
As soon as he can communicate in more than grunts.
Vhex pumps while I absorb.
I want to be pissed.
But he’s so warm, I can’t work up more than irritation and a moan.
He’s the best I’ve ever had.
As we pant, slowly coming down, a slightly enlightened Vhex lifts me off the ground.
He pulls me over his thighs and buries his head in my throat.
Vhex caresses my spine. His fin works side to side too gently to get me off—just slow enough to keep the tickle alive in my core.
“Iris,” he whispers hotly. “Don’t die.”
I stiffen.
I don’t know what to do with that statement.
Especially when it comes with pulse of pure vulnerability and a hug so deep that Vhex seems to want to chain-link our ribcages.
