Page 245 of Ruins
I push inside her.
Her gasp fills the room as pleasure shoots through me. I anchor my arms on either side of her, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips as I slowly bury myself to the hilt.
She gasps into my mouth, and I grab the edge of the desk above her and pull back a bit to thrust in hard.
Each thrust earns me a gasp, a moan that echoes in the quiet room. She’s tight and slick around me, every movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through our bodies. I pull back and slam into her again and again, watching as she throws her head back in ecstasy.
“Santo... more,” she whispers, eyes fluttering shut.
I capture her lips in a searing kiss as I pound into her harder and faster, spurred by her plea. She meets me thrust for thrust, her body rocking with mine on the desk. The room fills with the sound of our labored breathing; the steady impact of our bodies meeting fuels the fire between us.
Feeling her legs wrap tightly around my waist, she fuses me to her as she pulls me deeper inside. She’s so close now; I can tell from the way her hot pussy is clenching around me. Wanting to take her over the edge with me, I grind into her and hit that spot deep inside that makes her gasp out loud.
“Let go for me, Dea...” I urge her gently.
She bites down on her lower lip as a powerful orgasm tears through her. Her body convulses underneath me and the sight of it sends me over the edge too. Pleasure seizes me, white-hot and consuming, as I lose myself inside her.
I press soft kisses all over her face - on the corners of her eyes, on the tip of her nose, on those swollen lips that have driven me crazy since I met her. Her eyes flutter open, soft and unguarded. And there it is—the raw, unspoken trust that’s mine alone.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips.
***
I take Vasilisa to La Serenata for dinner. This time, I don’t clear out the restaurant, but Vincenzo still serves us personally. We take a booth tucked into the corner, and instead of sitting across from me, Vasilisa slides in beside me. The ambient lighting casts a soft, ethereal glow over her skin. She rests her head on my shoulder as we wait for our orders, a sweet gesture that sends a wave of contentment through me. Her fingers trace lazy circles over the back of my hand. My girl is happy.
Content.
Safe.
I never thought I’d have this—let alone deserve it.
We sit there, lost in our own bubble, and I can’t help but marvel at her softness. Vasilisa.My Vasilisa.The woman who took a man steeped in darkness and turned him inside out with her light.
She shifts against me, parting her lips in a soft sigh. Her eyes take on that faraway look that tells me she’s lost in thought. She doesn’t speak, and I don’t push. I’ve learned that with Vasilisa, silence is never empty—she’ll share when she’s ready.
Our dinner arrives, and we eat in comfortable silence. Dea picks at her food slowly, savoring each bite. Her eyes light up when she finds a flavor she likes, and the soft hum of pleasure she makes after a sip of wine sends warmth curling through me. It’s the little things that enchant me most—the ones she doesn’t even realize she does.
After we finish our meal, Vincenzo comes by and asks us if we’d like dessert. I can see Vasilisa hesitating; she’s got an insatiable sweet tooth, but I can tell she’s thinking about her stash at home.
“Order whatever you want, Dea,” I murmur, lips brushing her ear. “You can raid your snack stash later.”
She smiles at me sweetly before ordering tiramisu for us. We continue to chat about everything and nothing. Tomorrow, the staff returns, and I’ll have to leave her with guards while I meet with Angelo. The thought of it gnaws at me. I’m consumed by her—an hour apart already feels unbearable.
On the drive home, Vasilisa links our fingers and hums happily. I look over at her as she stares out the window, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminates her face. “What’s going on in that head?”
She peeks over at me, her smile tinged with sadness. “I’m going to miss you.”
I lift our conjoined hands and kiss her fingers. “I will come home to you inourbed, every night.”
She worries her bottom lip before giving me a nod. I park the car out front, and I follow her inside, she begins removing clothes as she heads to the kitchen.
With effortless grace, she kicks off her heels and lets her dress slip to the floor, leaving her in nothing but lace. My brow lifts in amusement, and she meets it with a playful smile, hand outstretched. “Shirt, please.”
I shake my head playfully, but comply by unbuttoning my shirt and handing it to her. She puts it on hastily, barely bothering to button it up properly. I lean against the countertop, taking in the view of my petite goddess bustling around the kitchen. She returns with snack cakes in hand, tossing one to me with a mischievous grin as she takes a seat. I catch it easily and take a moment to appreciate her adorable beauty.I am completely and utterly in love with this woman.
Placing the snack cake on the counter, I grab a glass from the cupboard and make my way to the fridge. I pour her a glass of milk and slide it towards her, watching as she dips the already half-eaten cake into the creamy liquid with a self-satisfied hum. Unable to resist any longer, I press my lips against hers in a sweet kiss. “You’re beautiful,” I murmur against her chocolate-coated lips.
Her tongue darts out to lick my lips and I deepen the kiss, savoring the taste of chocolate on her tongue. Her arms wrap around my shoulders and she moans softly into my mouth.
