Page 50 of Ruined

"Again."

"Noah!" Her voice breaks as I hit a spot that makes her whole body tense.

I've never felt this connected to another person. Never wanted to crawl inside someone's skin like this. Every thrust, every moan, every scratch of her nails down my back feels like something I've been waiting for my entire life.

I feel her body tighten around me, her back arching sharply as she starts to come. Her fingernails dig crescents into my shoulders, her mouth open in a silent scream before my name tears from her throat.

"Noah!"

The sound of her voice breaking around my name nearly sends me over the edge. But I'm not done with her yet. Not even close.

As her body trembles through the aftershocks I pull out and flip her over in one smooth motion. She lands on her stomach with a surprised gasp, her face pressed against the pillow.

"What are you?—?"

I grab her hips and lift, pulling her ass up while her chest remains pressed to the mattress. The curve of her spine is fucking perfect—a masterpiece I want to destroy.

"I'm not finished with you yet," I growl, running my palm over the smooth skin of her ass.

She shivers, looking back at me over her shoulder. Her hair is a mess, lips swollen from my kisses, eyes glazed with pleasure. But there's something else there too—a challenge.

"Then don't stop," she says.

Something primal takes over. I lean down and bite the soft flesh of her ass, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark her. She cries out—half pain, half pleasure—her body jerking beneath my mouth.

"Fuck," she hisses, the word sounding deliciously dirty in her refined voice.

I position myself behind her again, sliding back inside her in one hard thrust. The angle is deeper this way and she feels it immediately. Her moan is louder than before, less controlled.

"That's it," I murmur, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. "Let me hear you."

I set a punishing pace, driving into her with everything I have. Each thrust pulls a new sound from her throat—gasps, moans, broken versions of my name. She pushes back against me, meeting every movement.

Her moans grow louder, more desperate. The sound echoes off the walls of the bedroom, a symphony more beautiful than anything she's played on her violin.

I feel my own release building, pressure coiling tight at the base of my spine. Her body clenches around me again, muscles fluttering as she starts to come for the second time.

"Noah! I'm?—"

"Come with me," I command, my rhythm faltering as I lose control.

We crash over the edge together, her body pulsing around mine as I empty myself inside her. The world narrows to just this—just us—for one perfect moment.

I collapse beside her, pulling her against my chest. Her skin is flushed, damp with sweat. She trembles slightly as I wrap my arm around her, drawing her closer.

For a few minutes, we just breathe together. My heart hammers against my ribs, and I feel hers doing the same where her chest presses against mine. Her head rests on my shoulder, hair spilling across my skin.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this. Not with her. But fuck if I can bring myself to regret it.

"You okay?" I ask, voice rougher than I intended.

She nods against my chest, fingers tracing idle patterns on my stomach. The gesture is oddly intimate—even more so than what we just did.

"Did you forget?" I ask after a moment. "About the finger. About Ivan."

She lifts her head slightly, looking up at me through tangled hair. Her lips curve into a small smile that hits me like a punch to the gut.

"Right now I only remember you fucking me," she says, her refined voice wrapping around the crude word in a way that makes my spent body stir again.

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