Page 178 of Ruin My Life
“That better be my new nickname,little rose,” he grits, his thrusts turning rough and frenzied. “Because right now, I’m your only salvation.”
Iswear—those words are gasoline on my fire.
My body snaps.
The orgasm tears through me like a tidal wave, wrecking everything in its path. I cry out, legs buckling, walls pulsing around him like I’m trying to keep him inside me forever.
He groans—low and guttural—before he spills inside me, filling me with his hot, sticky release until it drips down my inner thighs like warm honey.
His forehead drops to the curve of my spine. He’s still holding me, both of us panting like we might never breathe right again.
When he pulls out, our combined arousal trickles down my legs, making me shiver.
Then, a growl vibrates deep in his chest.
I watch his eyes through the mirror as he stares at my behind with a wicked grin.
“Fuck. I thought you were beautiful before,” he rasps, tracing his palm up my inner thigh.
He gathers the cum trailing down my skin and pushes it back inside me with two fingers, making me gasp, my body twitching with overstimulation.
“But you look even better like this.Mine.”
“Damon…” My face flames.
He turns me gently until we’re chest to chest again, nothing between us but his thin cotton shirt and the kind of knowing that reaches deeper than anything I’ve ever let myself feel.
His other hand pushes the damp strands of hair away from my cheeks, his eyes soft and searching.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “Your bath is probably cold now.”
I only hum in response, barely able to process anything beyond the way he’s looking at me.
Like I’m something precious.
Like I’mwanted.
I stare up at him, and for a moment, I can’t help but wonder how we got here.
HowIgot here.
After everything I’ve done. After everything I’ve lost.
I never expectedthis.
Damon’s gaze doesn’t waver. His knuckles brush along my cheek, warm and grounding.
“You still with me,mi rosa?” he whispers.
I lean into his hand, my eyes fluttering closed for just a second before I smile.
It's small, shy—but real.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt happy enough to smile—so long that I half expect the muscles in my face not to work anymore.
But it all comes so easily when I’m with him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
