Page 225 of Ruins
“You’re not going to hurt me,” she says arms folded over her chest, “Just lay on the bed.”
“What?” I chuckle, taken aback by her sudden demand.
“Lay on the bed,” she repeats firmly.
“No,” I refuse just as sternly, determined to understand her reasoning before complying. “Not until you tell me why.”
“Well, if you won’t fuck me, I’ll fuckyou, get on bed and teach me how to ride.”
I chuckle darkly at her bravado, the fire in her eyes pushing Scythe forward in a need to dominate that brazenness right out of her. “Oh, you’ll regret your words, Dea.”
“No, I won’t” she sasses.
My eyes narrow at her, a sudden surge of adrenaline rushes through me, similar to the feeling I get right before I make a kill. Without hesitation, I grab her and haul her onto the bed. Her wrists locked tightly in my grip as I pin them above her head with one hand, using my other hand and my legs I forcefully spread her thighs apart. Her eyes widen, mouth parting—but I don’t let her speak. With one unrelenting thrust, I plunge into her.
A surprised yelp escapes her lips, quickly followed by a long-drawn-out moan as she writhes beneath me. Every nerve in my body comes alive, reveling in the feel of her tight warmth snug around my cock, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filling my senses. I continue my assault on her body, pulling out slightly before slamming back into her
“Is this what you begged for?” I growl, each thrust forcing a wrecked, desperate sound from her lips.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands straining under my grip. I can see the determination in her eyes, and it fuels me further. I maintain a punishing rhythm, thrusting hard and unrelenting into her slick, weeping pussy.
“It’s too much,” she moans, her voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies colliding.
“I’m only giving you what youaskedfor, Dea,” I reply, my voice strained with effort. She’s so tight, so perfect,so fucking mine. I fight to hold on to my control, but it’s slipping, unraveling; just like she is.
Her hands trapped above her are turning slightly red, so I release them, and they clutch onto my back immediately digging into my skin as she takes the pounding.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” I compliment her, feeling a rush of pleasure at the way she preens under my praise.
I slow my movements, savoring the desperate whines escaping her lips. I pull away from her and position myself on my knees, meeting her lust filled gaze, I thrust harder, holding onto her hips tightly as I watch my cock slide in and out of her wet pussy, glistening with her arousal. The sensations are nearly overwhelming, causing my heart to race with intensity. I trace my fingertips along the skin where our bodies are connected, eliciting moans of pleasure from her in response.
“What’s wrong, Dea, feeling too good?” I mockingly ask as her eyes glaze over with pleasure.
“Too...much,” she gasps out. Her chest is heaving, her cheeks flushed. She’s panting hard, her body writhing beneath me in blissful agony. Her hands clutch at the sheets as she tries to manage all the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.
“Your body can’t lie, Dea,” I grin wickedly, my thrusts become more deliberate, focusing on the spots that make her gasp and moan louder. Sweat trickles down my back as my muscles strain to control the pace and angle of my plunges into her delectable body.
She’s a fucking gift.I want to devour her, wreck her, claim her in every way possible. My fingers twitch with the urge to wrap around her throat, to sink my teeth into her skin, to find out if she loves the pain as much as she loves me.
No.
That’s notme.
That’s Scythe. He wants to break her, to mark her as something brutal and raw. But she’s not built for that. Not yet.Not ever.As she furrows her brows and bucks against me, urging me on, I realize I’ve stopped thrusting.
I shake Scythe out of my head and cover her body with mine kissing her deeply and wrapping my arms around her as I flip us over. With her on top, I surrender, just enough. Letting her take control, letting her steady me, letting her pull me back from the edge. I push Scythe away, burying myself in her instead.
Her eyes widen as she finds herself suddenly straddling me, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps. She hesitates, hovering above me, her gaze flickering between surprise and something deeper… somethingwanting. I leisurely slide my hands up from her hips to grip her slender waist, my thumbs gently brush her sides.
“Ride me,” I prompt her. There’s a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before she nods slowly, placing her hands on my chest for support.
She moves tentatively at first, uncertain but eager, adjusting to the shift in control. Each slow roll of her hips sends a fresh wave of pleasure spiraling up my spine. I bite down on my lip watching the confusion and ecstasy flicker on her face. My hands on her hips provide guidance as she continues to ride me.
“Like this?” she murmurs, experimenting, testing, pushing herself. Her body finds its rhythm, and I feel it—the exact moment when hesitation turns to certainty.
The sight of her above me, flushed and panting, is enough to drive me to the edge. I nod encouragingly, the words sticking in my throat.
“That's my girl,” I manage, my voice breaking slightly as her rhythm picks up pace. She seems to understand, her body responding to my voice and the encouragement in my touch. With every stroke, she moans softly and closes her eyes in pleasure.
