Page 205 of Ruins
She’s so goddamn perfect.
And she’smine.
The obscene, wet sounds fill the space between us as she pushes herself deeper, testing her limits.
Then, she gags slightly, her throat tightening around me.
My fingers twitch in her hair.
I want—fuck, I want to take over.
“Breathe through your nose, relax your throat,” I instruct, my voice strained, desperate to hold onto control.
She nods, her eyes locked on mine, determination gleaming in those stunning, clear depths.
She takes a deep breath and relaxes, sinking further down, taking me deeper than before.
I shudder violently.
Her name slips from my lips, a hushed, broken whisper.
And she smiles around me.
Fuck.
“Beautiful, Vasilisa...” I murmur, running my thumb along her stretched lips. “You’re doing so well.”
She glances up at me again, and the sight of her— Flushed cheeks. Shining eyes. Lips swollen around my cock.
It nearly destroys me.
She’s too much.
“Deeper,” I gasp, my voice rough, raw, breaking.
She doesn’t hesitate.
Her lashes flutter as she pushes herself further, pushing past the snug resistance of her throat, the sensation sending a violent shudder through me
My fingers tighten in her hair, her tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes, her lips forming a perfect, wet seal.
Every instinct in me screams to take over, to fuck her throat, to make her understand exactly who she belongs to.
But she’s learning.
And fuck—watching her learn is going to ruin me.
I press my thumb to the slight bulge in her cheek, feeling the way my length stretches her mouth, the way she struggles to take all of me.
“That’s my girl,” I rasp, my voice trembling with the force of my restraint.
She hums softly, the vibrations sending another shockwave of pleasure through me.
“Faster,” I find myself begging, my own control snapping apart at the seams.
She obeys.
Her hands grip my thighs, her nails biting into my skin as she works me, swallowing into each thrust.
