Page 221 of Ruins
Something deeper. Something terrifying. Something beautiful.
He plunges deeper, and a sharp cry rips from my throat, my body arching as he finds that delicious spot inside me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice ragged, his control fraying. “Give in to it.”
My world narrows down to just him and I; his thumb on my clit, his cock filling me to the hilt, his eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that I can’t look away even if I wanted to.
But I don’t.
I never want to.
“Santo—”
His thumb leaves my clit and presses against my lips.
"Shh..." he soothes, voice dark and demanding. "Open for me."
I part my lips, and he slips his thumb inside, pressing it against my tongue.
"Suck," he orders.
The command sends fire through my veins, a thrill of pleasure so raw it makes my head spin. I obey, wrapping my lips around his thumb, sucking gently, tasting myself on his skin.
Santo groans, his eyes darkening with something feral. He watches me, enraptured, his movements turning deeper, rougher, more desperate.
“You’re so perfect,” he grits out, his voice breaking as he pulls his thumb from my mouth, tracing my lower lip before sliding his hand down to grip my hip. His body moves over mine with an almost feral intensity, yet his kisses remain soft.
“You’remine,” he murmurs against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. The statement is possessive but not domineering; he’s marking his territory, yes, but also acknowledging the reciprocal claim we have on each other. “Allmine.”
His words send a warmth through me. I never wanted tobelongto anyone, not until him.
“Yes,” I breathe out, barely more than a whisper, acknowledging our mutual ownership.
“Say it,” he demands softly, his grip on my hip tightening slightly with each word.
“I’m yours,” I manage to gasp out between the onslaught of sensations flooding through me.
“That’s right,” he praises A deep, primal growl rumbles from his chest, the sound possessive, reverent, undone. His grip tightens on my hip as his lips descend on mine in a bruising, all-consuming kiss.
His thrusts turn deeper, sharper, dragging me to the razor’s edge of something I’ve never felt before. Something that pulses in my belly, tightening, coiling, aching for release.
His thick cock stretching me further as he delves deeper into me, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. His thumb slides against my clit again, eliciting a choke gasp from my lips.
His heated gaze never leaves mine, the barest flicker of dominance flashing within them as I shudder beneath him.
“More,” I plead, my nails digging into his shoulders. His grip tightens on my hips and he gives a low chuckle, his breath hot against my skin. His teeth graze over my collarbone, before descending lower to tease at a sensitive peak.
The sensation shudders through me, and I moan loudly. He rewards my response with a hard, deep thrust that makes stars dance in front of my eyes.
“Ask for it,” he coaxes, his voice husky with lust as he continues to tease and tantalize me.
“Santo… please.”
“What do you want, Dea?” His voice is a dark caress, slipping down my spine like liquid fire.
“You,” I breathe. “More…please.”
Satisfaction flickers in his gaze, a wicked gleam. “Like this?” he asks as he delivers a hard, precise thrust that steals my breath.
