Page 72 of Her Ruin

His kiss was incredible. One hand slipped into my damp hair, tightening his hold, and his tongue swept into my mouth, tasting me, devouring me.

Zayn’s kiss was like him. Demanding. Controlling. Decadent.

He pulled my head back, and his lips moved down my neck, his lips trailing over my skin as he made his way down to my breasts. With firm but gentle hands, he kneaded my breasts, and my gasp when his mouth covered my nipple made him smile against my skin. His tongue flicked over and over, and it was no longer just him whose hand was tangled in hair.

“Zayn.” My moan was throaty and so husky I didn’t recognize my voice. With a cry of alarm, I was suddenly swept into his arms, and he carried me to my bedroom. Zayn followed me down onto my bed, and I had the dim realization I was naked and he was fully clothed.

“You have too many clothes on,” I protested as he returned his attention to my breasts. He divided his attention between them, and I was panting beneath him, no longer caring what he was wearing.

He moved, and his mouth was on mine once more. My hands moved over his chest, my fingers moving and unbuttoning his shirt, my hands sliding under it and touching his hard, taut body.

“You feel so good,” I admitted, my teeth catching his bottom lip and tugging slightly.

Zayn lifted his head from mine, looking at me, eyes filled with desire and danger. “I’m glad you approve,” he said with a sly smile as he pressed his hard cock against me, rocking into me, and my legs widened to accommodate him.

My back arched when his hand slid over the curve of my hip and dipped in between my legs, and I heard him growl when he felt my wetness. My hands were on his belt, tugging it loose, unbuttoning his pants, and pulling his zipper down. I needed to touch him. I needed to have him in my hand more than I needed to breathe. Pushing his pants over his hips, I slipped my hand into his boxer briefs, relishing the sharp hiss offuckhe gave as I wrapped my hand around his length. Zayn moved, but my grip never lessened as I stroked him, and when he settled back over me, I realized he had kicked his pants off.

His mouth was on my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, then he was kissing me again. His tongue was dueling with mine, his fingers moving over the slickness between my legs, humming his approval as he circled my clit, and my body arched into his. One finger, then two, pushed into me, and I tore my mouth away from his to catch my breath. I loosened my grip on him, and Zayn half rolled us so we were on our sides, pressed together. He covered my hand with his, his mouth over mine as he spoke.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

CHAPTER20

ISLA

He was thick,he was long, and he felt perfect in my hand.

I wanted more than to touch him. I wanted to taste him. When I moved down, he didn’t protest as I pushed him back to lie flat on my bed. After my first taste of his cock, I wasn’t sure which one of us groaned louder. My tongue swirled around the head, loving the fact I was in control.

In the dim light, I saw him throw his head back when I took him in my mouth. Sliding my lips down his length, I savored the taste of Zayn.

“You’re a demon,” he muttered, his hands fisting my hair, not to control me but just holding on, as I bobbed my head up and down his length.

Licking and sucking his cock, I was insatiable. I wanted to break him. I wanted him to lose control.Iwanted to be the one who brokehim.

“Fuck, Isla,” he groaned as I took him deeper, his hold tightening. “Fuck, babe, yeah, just like that.” Zayn’s hips were lifting, pushing his cock into my mouth more. One hand untangled itself from my hair, and I heard him fumbling, and something fell to the floor. My night-light flicked on, and I looked up, meeting his dark, hungry stare. “I need to see those lips wrapped around my cock,” he told me with a growl.

I took him deeper and felt smug when his head tipped back again, breaking eye contact.

“Jesus,fuck,” he hissed. Zayn’s hips were moving faster as he fucked my mouth. “Fucking mouth as sweet as sin, I knew it,” he muttered, pushing my head gently. “Take it all, Is. Take it fucking all.”

His cock hit the back of my throat, and I knew there was more I hadn’t fit in my mouth. But the desire to see him come undone pushed me forward. I fought my gag reflex, the sounds of my choking and slurping all over his cock filled the room until I felt him in my throat, and I pulled back quickly. Gasping for breath, I went down on him again, getting more in my throat.

“Fuck.”

Looking up, I saw him watching me, eyes heavy with desire. His hands slipped into my hair again, and he tried to roll his hips, but I was in control. Coming up off of him, I let my teeth graze over his cock, relishing in his moan of approval.

“I’m going to come if you keep this up,” he warned me.

Good.

I took him in my mouth again, sliding much farther down, my throat now more used to opening for him. Once, twice, three times more, and he was pulsing in my mouth, and his growl so possessive, sosatisfied,ignited my core.

As Zayn flopped back onto the bed, his fingers loosening in my hair, I lapped at his cock leisurely, finally lifting my head off him and feeling very smug that I had reduced him to a breathlesspuddle.

Wiping the back of my hand across my mouth, I fought the urge to laugh with victory until I met his heated look, and I swallowed hard.

Hands tugged at my hips, pulling me up his body, across his semi-hard cock, and over his abs, and then I was being lifted and settled over Zayn’s mouth.

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