Page 258 of Ruins
Her silk red lingerie gleams under the soft glow, hugging her body perfectly. She is a masterpiece to me. Oblivious to my gaze, she reaches up, pulling the pins from her hair, and I watch as golden waves tumble down her bare shoulders.
“Ugh,” she sighs, rubbing her stomach. “I should have thought to bring a snack cake.”
I chuckle, and she immediately narrows her eyes at me.
“What?”
I take a slow step toward her, my voice low, sincere. “You’re just… breathtaking.”
The flush that spreads across her cheeks is everything.
“Breathtaking when I’m dying for a snack cake?” she challenges, a smirk playing at her lips.
I nod, taking another step closer.
Her smirk falters as I advance, a spark of anticipation flashing in her eyes. She backs up slowly, until her spine meets the wall.
I corner her, my hands resting on either side of her, trapping her in place. My gaze trails over her, claiming every inch with just my eyes.
She inhales sharply as I lean in, my fingers ghosting down her arm. She shudders at the contact, her breath hitching.
Her arms snake around my neck, pulling me closer.
“Yes,” I murmur against her lips, our breaths mingling, the heat between us crackling like fire. “Even when you’re dying for a snack cake.”
A soft giggle escapes her, but I swallow it with a kiss.
And just like that, we fall.
The stars we admired minutes ago are now reflected in her eyes, in the way we explore each other like we’re discovering something new; like every touch, every kiss is the first.
The heat rises between us, the air growing heavier, thicker.
I scoop her up, her laughter muffled against my neck as I lay her on the bed. I strip quickly, joining her again, my hands tracing the lines of her body removing the last scraps of fabric between us as I map out every inch of her skin with my lips.
Under the dim bedroom light, her skin glows, shimmering, like the star I named after her.
I kiss her deeply as she parts her legs, and I thrust inside.
Hours later, when our bodies have entwined and unraveled countless times, we lay side by side, our breaths finally steadying.
She turns to face me, her fingers lazily trailing down my chest. Her eyes shine—full of love, full of something unsaid.
I brush a wisp of hair from her face, my voice a whisper in the quiet room.
“I have another surprise.”
Her smile widens as she groans dramatically, covering her face with her hands. “What in the world could it benow, Santo?” she giggles.
I smirk, sitting up as I open the nightstand drawer.
I pull out the stacked papers, setting them on the bed beside her. She blinks at them, confused, before picking them up.
As she reads the front page, her entire body freezes.
Her hand flies to her mouth as she gasps. “Santo!”
She looks at me, then back at the manuscript, eyes wide with pure disbelief. “Is this… the unreleased S. J. Nandez manuscript?”
