Page 208 of Ruins
“Patience, love,” I whisper against her skin, smirking when a weak laugh escapes her—cut off by a sharp gasp when I move lower.
My fingers skim up her inner thighs, and she parts them wider for me.
A perfect invitation.
A perfect offering.
She is laid bare, trembling, open for me.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me before kissing the inside of her thigh.
She shakes.
“Santo…” she whispers, her hands tangling in my hair.
I press a kiss to her pussy, feeling her body jolt from the contact.
“Just let me,” I soothe. My voice thick with need, with reverence, with possession.
Her sharp inhale is the only sound I hear before my tongue finally touches her.
And fuck me—
Her taste is heaven.
Perfect. Sweet and intoxicating; a heady mix of warmth and salt, honey and desire.
I groan against her, the vibration drawing a broken cry from her lips.
Her hands tighten in my hair, her hips rolling instinctively, searching for more.
I lap at her, flicking my tongue over her swollen clit, drawing slow, precise circles before sucking it between my lips.
She arches off the bed, crying out, her fingers yanking at my hair, legs shaking around my head.
I hold her down, spreading her wider, drinking her in, completely addicted.
Every sound, every gasp, every plea she gives fuels something dark and primal inside me.
She is my finest addiction.
I willneverget enough of her.
“Santo...” she breathes, barely able to form words.
I pull away for a fraction of a second, my lips glistening with her slickness.
“Please what?” I rasp, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her inner thigh.
She whimpers, her body trembling beneath me. “I need... I...” She bites her lip, unable to say it.
“You need to come?”
Her cheeks flush even more, if that’s possible. She nods desperately.
I flick my tongue over her aching clit before demanding, “Say it.”
“I—I need to come.Please.”
