Page 58 of Ruined (The Knights of Ruin)

‘See what you can take? You can take everything I throw at you.’

It was starting to get to me now. The intensity of the sensation. The heat of her bare skin all silky and smooth against mine. The musky, salty scent of sex and Cat. Pleasure was uncoiling up my spine, roaring in my head like the sound of my Harley’s pipes, and I wanted to go faster, to drive so deep and hard I lost myself.

She was mine. She was all mine.

‘S-Smoke...’ She twisted beneath me, her hips moving faster, rubbing herself against me. ‘Oh... Jesus... Please...’

I upped the pace, loving the feel of her pussy clamping around my cock as I drove inside her, feeling the pressure of her leg over my shoulder and the slight pain of her nails in my back.

Her face was deeply flushed, her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes were tightly shut—black lashes against red cheeks, tears caught there, glittering like tiny diamonds. She was perfect...fucking perfect.

Except I wanted her to look at me.

I paused and reached down, gripping her chin in my hand. ‘Eyes on me.’

Her lashes lifted. The green of her irises was now lost to the black of her pupils and it made me want to growl in satisfaction, because there was nothing but pleasure deep in that beautiful gaze of hers. No fear—not this time. And no looking away.

‘You’re mine.’ My voice was guttural, unrecognisable, and I couldn’t stop myself from repeating it. So we both knew exactly what was going on here. ‘You’re fucking mine.’

Then I bent and covered her beautiful mouth, pushing my tongue inside as I pushed my dick deep into her hot little pussy.

She shuddered, a moan vibrating in her chest. Then she began to kiss me back as hard as I was kissing her, her tongue sliding against mine, her body twisting, thrusting up to take me even as I was taking her.

I didn’t want it to be slow any more. I wanted her harder, faster. Wanted the sound of her cries and the smack of my flesh against hers.

I wanted to fuck her into the middle of next week.

It became something like a fight—me trying to hold her down so I could fuck her hard while she thrust her hips up, trying to rub her clit against the base of my cock, kissing me hungrily, frantically.

Her nails scratched down my back and I swear she drew blood.

She drove me fucking crazy.

It got hotter, more desperate. I cupped the back of her head to protect her as I slammed her against the arm of the couch, her tits bouncing with each thrust, her cries loud in my ear. Then I turned my mouth into her neck, biting down on the delicate tendons at the side as she clenched hard around my cock.

Her skin tasted salty and sweet. I swear I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Another deep thrust. And another. And another.

Pleasure was like a fucking nightclub at the back of my head—a drumbeat that wouldn’t let up. I tried to hold on, take it slow, make it controlled, but she was becoming frantic, clawing at me, sobbing and desperate.

I’d never experienced anything hotter in all my goddamn miserable life.

Yeah, cause you don’t deserve it.

But no, I wasn’t having any of that bullshit. Of course I deserved it. After all the bad shit I’d done in my life having Cat finally beneath me was something I’d never looked for, but now the moment was here I’d be damned if I let it slip through my fingers.

So I kept on moving, kept driving us both to the edge of insanity. And then, when she was sobbing my name, tears streaking her cheeks, our bodies slippery with sweat, I slid my hand between us, down to her small, swollen clit. I brushed my fingers over it. Once. Twice. Then I thrust hard, burying myself as deeply inside her as I could get.

Cat screamed my name, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock, her nails digging into my skin and her back arching like she’d been given an electric shock. Then she began to sob, her whole body shuddering as orgasm took over.

I held her tight, turning her face into my neck as I gave a couple more hard thrusts, my orgasm shooting up my spine and exploding out through the top of my head—the purest fucking pleasure I’d ever known.

And afterwards such complete... Jesus, I didn’t have a word for it. Maybe it was peace. The kind of peace I’d felt in the moments after Dad took his last breath, when a weight had just lifted right off me. A weight I hadn’t realised was there.

Fucked up to think that right now, but that’s what I was. Fucked up.

I bent my head and buried my face in Cat’s hair, inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo, of salt and musk and sex. Of home.

I was never going to let her go.

Never. Ever. Ever.

---