Page 57 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

There was heat in the green depths of her eyes and it made me feel like a fucking god. Women liked me, but Cat’s appreciative stare was like gas down a fuel line, sending my heartbeat into overdrive.

I turned her over onto her back and spread her legs wide before kneeling between them. She gave a shiver as I ran my fingers over her inner thighs, stroking her, green lightning in her gaze.

‘You okay?’ I let my fingers trail further, through the silky black curls of her pussy, brushing her soft, wet flesh. ‘Sore?’

The breath hissed in her throat, and a red flush stained her cheekbones. ‘A little.’

I was too far gone to stop, so I said, ‘Let me know if it’s too much.’

I reached down, spreading her with my fingers and easing the head of my cock into position. Then I leaned over her, putting one hand beside her head, looking down into her flushed face.

‘Watch me, kitten. Don’t take your eyes off me.’

I pushed into her, long and deep and slow, and the hot, wet grip of her slit closed around me, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe.

So good. So goddamn good.

She moaned, her lashes fluttering, her back arching. The sight was fucking erotic. Cat, naked, beneath me at last...at last. Her nipples were tight and hard. Sweat gleamed in the hollow of her throat. I looked further down to where my cock had disappeared inside her, saw the wet pink flesh of her pussy spread apart.

‘Fuck, yes.’ I pushed her knees up and out, opening her wider so I could watch myself sink even deeper. ‘Take me, kitten. Take it all.’

She groaned again and I slid one hand beneath her hips, lifting her, tilting her so I could get as deep inside her as I could.

‘S-Smoke... I can’t... I don’t think...’

‘Yes, you can.’ I drew my hips back, watching the wet gleam of her pussy around my aching dick. ‘You fucking can.’

Then I thrust in slowly, making us both groan as pleasure rippled outwards.

The urgency had faded now I was inside her and I wanted to take my time. Savour it. Savour her. Give her all the pleasure she deserved...make her scream my name over and over again.

Her fingers closed around my biceps, digging in the more deeply I settled inside her, and her head went back, exposing the arch of her throat. Sweat glittered on her skin, and her breathing shuddered in the space between us.

She was so fucking beautiful.

‘This is the way it should have been, Cat.’ My voice got hoarse as I drew my hips back in a long, lazy glide. ‘And this is the way it’s going to be from now on.’

I thrust in with the same lazy movement.

A ragged gasp escaped her. I felt her nails against my skin. ‘I’m not sure... I can...handle this...’

I thrust again, taking my time, enjoying the sound of her ragged breath and the sight of the agonised pleasure on her face.

‘You can handle anything, kitten.’ Another deep thrust, teasing us both as her flesh gripped mine. ‘You’re so fucking strong.’

‘I don’t know...’ She began to pant, her hips lifting. ‘You might be...too much for me... Oh, God...’

Too much? No fucking way. This woman had had a child on her own. Had faced down that prick of an abusive ex. Had created a life for herself out of nothing. She could handle me—oh, yes, she damn well could.

It made me want to prove to her exactly how much she could take.

I paused and slid a hand beneath one of her knees, lifting it up and over my shoulder while keeping the other held wide, making her even more open to me. Then I leaned forward, pushing as deep as I could get.

‘Oh...fuck...’

Cat’s eyes squeezed shut. Her hands clenched on my shoulders, her nails scratching again, but that was all good. I wanted her marks on me. I wanted the scratches, the signs of the pleasure I’d given her. The pleasure that only I had given her.

I moved faster, pushing her against the arm of the couch with each thrust into that slick, perfect little pussy of hers.

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