Page 206 of Ruins
My stomach tightens, heat coiling, pooling, an undeniable pressure threatening to spill over.
“I’m close,” I admit, voice breaking.
Her cheeks flush darker, her movements more fervent.
She knows.
Shewantsthis.
Never has anyone held such power over me.
I lose myself.
I gasp out her name as white-hot pleasure rips through me, my cock pulsing in her mouth as my release coats the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, my fingers digging into her shoulder, shaking as the sensation wrecks me completely.
Wave after wave crashes over me, my breath ragged, uneven, my entire body trembling.
Out of breath and completely sated I open my eyes and see her. Vasilisa, kneeling before me, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips wet and swollen from taking me so beautifully.
I shudder at the small drop of my release on her chin.
I swipe it away with my thumb, bringing it to her lips.
She licks it off, never breaking eye contact.
My cock twitches in response.
“Perfect,” I breathe, tucking myself away before lifting her into my arms.
Her legs tremble—whether from kneeling for so long or from the intensity of the moment, I’m not sure.
“Did you like it?” she asks, hesitant.
I meet her gaze, the answer absolute.
“You were so perfect.”
She bites her lip, as if holding back, but then—softly, hesitantly asks, “Can we do it again?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. This woman will be the end of me.
“Not right now, Dea,” I murmur, lifting her fully into my arms and pressing a kiss to those swollen lips. “Now, it’s your turn.”
She rears her head back, breathless. “My turn?”
“Yes,” I respond carrying her out of the bathroom to our bed. “I need a taste.”
Her eyes widen—anticipation warring with uncertainty.
“Calm down, Vasilisa,” I whisper, my fingers trailing down the curve of her throat, over her collarbone, until they graze the soft rise of her chest.
She shivers beneath my touch.
A smirk tugs at my lips. She’s so responsive. So beautifully mine.
I lay her down, the mattress shifting beneath her weight.
