Page 33 of Renegade Ruin

It’s the only warning I give her before I thrust my hips up, hitting the deepest parts of her.

Willow throws her head back and lets out the prettiest scream, followed by a string of curses. “Holy fuck, Lawson.”

My last name echoes like a gong in my mind, but it’s easy to ignore as I watch her tits bounce from below, mesmerized by her flushed skin. Eyes closed, her blonde hair sticks to her forehead as tiny whimpers escape her swollen lips.

I lift onto my elbow, taking her nipple into my mouth like a man starved. My hand finds the nipple not occupied by my mouth and for every suck on one, I flick the other in time with the thrusts of my hips.

“Please,” she begs like I’m her savior, saving her from whatever plagues her.

I should care. I should ask her why she needs freedom from the perfect little life she’s made for herself. But I don’t. I can’t. Caring means connecting, and that’s the last thing I want. Connecting only leaves you with the ability to lose. And I’ve lost enough.

“Please what, Willow?” I purr against her skin.

“Make me come.”

Say less, Kitten.

I’m not sure where her body ends and mine begins, and the sounds she’s making are so damn sexy. She’s magic.

“Watch, Willow,” I rasp between frantic thrusts. “Watch me fuck you. Watch yourself take every inch of my cock, so tomorrow you’ll remember exactly who left you aching.”

Her head drops, eyes locked on where we connect, but my gaze remains on her. The way she bites her lip when her pelvismeets mine and the way her mouth parts slightly, a low whimper slipping past her lips—she’s a delicious mix of sinful and erotic.

My mind struggles to reconcile this is really happening.

That is until Willow locks her piercing blue gaze with mine. Her brow furrows, like she’s trying to figure something out and can’t quite grasp it. Once again, I’m hit with the memories of my old self. A time when I would question it, press until she told me what was bothering her, and figure out how to fix it. But I can’t do that now. Not when her eyes are wide windows to a lost soul—a soul that matches mine.

As soon as the moment comes, it’s gone, flitting away with the thrust of hips and rushing pleasure.

A shiver wracks her body and Willow stills, her cunt turning into a viselike grip on my cock as she attempts to force me out. My fingers tighten on her hip and my thumb brushes her clit in tiny circles. I hold her there until she throws her head back and cries out.

“Fuck, yes, Bishop.”

My chest swells. She’s fucking beautiful when she comes, and I have to fight not to join her too quickly, but my name on her lips is enough to undo me.

Tingles shoot down my spine and my vision doubles as she cries my name again, begging me not to stop.

I couldn’t if I tried.

Two more thrusts and I follow her over the edge as she rides out the last spasms of her orgasm.

Willow collapses on me, her forehead pressed to where my heart pounds in my chest. When her breath grows steady, she looks up at me, her eyes glassy and full of satisfaction.

Slowly, I pull out and she takes that as her cue to roll off me. Only she doesn’t stop in her usual spot—the crook of my arm with her head on my chest. Instead, she’s a mile away on theother side of the king size bed, catching her breath with her eyes closed.

Well, that won’t do.

If I’m not allowed to retreat and ruin this moment, then neither is she. This is about forgetting, and I’m not about to let reality seep in. Not after a spiritual moment like that. Reality can wait.

Carefully, I remove the condom from my deflated dick, tie the end, and discard it on the floor. A mess for later. I crawl across the bed, closing the distance between us and settle between her legs.

Willow jumps, propping herself on her elbows and attempts to close her knees, but I’m there stopping her, hands on her thighs. Her brows knit together before she gives in and her knees flop onto the bed.

I raise my brow. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Pink tinges her cheeks. “I should go.”

I shake my head. “You said I get one night. That implies in its entirety. Did you think we were done?”

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