Page 204 of Ruins
I can’t help but place my hand over hers, guiding her gently, showing her where it feels best. She follows. She doesn’t resist, doesn’t hesitate—she allows herself to learn from me.
Her thumb brushes over the tip, grazing a particularly sensitive spot, and I can’t hold back the groan that escapes me.
Her eyes flicker up, something new gleaming there—satisfaction. She knows she’s making me come undone.
And fuck—it makes me smile.
“Like that?” she whispers.
I nod, jaw tightening. Words aren’t possible right now.
My hand drops away, leaving her to explore on her own, and when her grip tightens, I suck in a breath, my muscles going rigid as a low, pleased hum leaves her lips. She likes this. She likes seeing what she does to me, the control she has over my body.
Her confidence grows, each stroke more sure than the last.
I let my fingers tangle in her hair, twisting lightly, just enough to feel her.
The sight before me is ruinous.
The head of my cock, disappearing and reappearing from her grip, her fingers slick with my arousal, the way she stares, fixated, absorbing every reaction.
A growl rumbles low in my chest as her thumb circles the tip again, spreading my slickness with a deliberate touch.
“Use your mouth, Vasilisa,” I encourage her, my voice trembling with need.
She licks her lips, hesitating for a brief second before she leans in, her breath warm, teasing as it washes over me.
I shudder.
Then, finally—her lips part, and she takes the head into her mouth.
Fuck.
A sharp inhale rushes through me as she sucks softly, her tongue darting out to taste me.
Her inexperience only fuels the fire, making every hesitant lick, every slow pull, feel even more erotic.
I grind my teeth to keep from groaning too loudly, but the sheer possessiveness rolling through me makes it impossible to stay silent. My grip in her hair tightens slightly.
She flinches; but doesn’t pull away.
I force myself to loosen my hold, but then my gaze catches her reflection in the mirror.
Vasilisa.
Naked. Kneeling. Her mouth wrapped around my cock.
The image is beautifully fucking devastating.
A raw, primal surge of need tears through me.
Scythe wants to claim her.Mark her.
I watch as she grows bolder, taking me deeper, her movements more certain.
“Dea,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, wrecked.
She hums in response, the vibrations sending a jolt of electricity down my spine causing my body to jerk and tense beneath her.
