Page 74 of Her Ruin

“You’re staying?” I mumbled, relishing the warmth of his body behind me.

“Don’t sound so disappointed,” he said gruffly, and I slipped into sleep with a smile on my face.

I woke sometime later, and I could feel the pull of his desire in the firmness of his grip and in the way his fingers gently, but insistently, played along the small of my back. For every moment I tried to keep a hold of myself, his caresses coaxed me further into submitting to him.

With closed eyes, I let the sensations wash over me—the electric sting of his kisses, the soft murmur of whispered commands as he bent me to his will. But even as I lost myself in the heat of his embrace, a small, stubborn part of me screamed at me in warning not to give in completely. I wanted to keep that spark of defiance alive. I wanted to remember that I wasn’t just another conquest in his empire. And yet…with every lingering touch and every deep consuming kiss, I felt part of me slipping away, drawn to him with every whisper of my name on his lips.

In those moments, I knew we were dancing on the edge of something dangerous, something that blurred the lines between control and chaos.

Zayn moved over me, his body and mine tangled together, my legs hitched over his hips as he took long deep strokes that reached part of me I didn’t think any man had reached before. As dawn crept into the room, he fucked me slowly, leisurely, taking his time. Savoring it. Our eyes met, and there was a silent promise in the depths of his gaze—a promise that this wasn’t over, that he wasn’t done with me yet. He dipped his head, his kiss so different from the others we’d shared tonight, soft, gentle, his tongue tracing my bottom lip softly, as he tasted me.

His body started to move with more urgency, and I gripped him tighter, my moans loud in the quiet of the room.

“Your pussy is fucking incredible,” he whispered, his head burrowed into my neck. “It was made for me.” He groaned as I clenched around him. His head tipped back as I felt my orgasm approach.

I’d never orgasmed to only penetrative sex before, but he did something to me, and on every downward stroke, he brought me closer to the edge.

“Zayn.” It was a whisper. A plea. A warning.

“I know,” he mumbled, his head tipping back, pleasure causing him to bite his lip, and why the hell did that make me only hotter for this man? “Aw, fuck, I can’t hold back,” he warned me. “Drop your legs, baby,” he commanded, ready to pull out.

I wasn’t ready to let him go. I was right on the edge of something wonderful. “No.” My legs tightened. “Hold it, I’m so close.” My hips rolled up to meet his. “I’m so close,” I whispered like a mantra. There was no space between us. Zayn was holding himself up above me, and I had no desire to rush this orgasm by using my hand to rub my clit.

“Isla.” His voice held a hint of a threat. “Your pussy’s too damn good, squeezing me like that. I’m going to come.” His mouth covered mine as I clenched around him, kissing me desperately, before he tore his head away. “Fuck, I’m going to?—”

His admission of losing control tipped me over the edge, and my cry of ecstasy drowned out his groan of surrender. My legs loosened, allowing him to slam into me one more time, and then he was bucking his hips against mine as he spilled deep inside me.

He lay on top of me, spent and breathing hard. Teeth nibbled at my neck as my own wave of pleasure dissipated.

“Shit.” Zayn rolled off me. His hand was on his forehead.

“Sorry…”

“I’m not,” he told me, reaching over and tweaking my nipple. “You on something?”

“Shot.”

“Okay.” His breathing was still ragged. “You clean?”

I almost felt insulted until I realized it was a valid question. “You’re the first one to um…you know.”

He moved his head to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “To fuck you or come inside you?” He grinned at my flat look. “I usually have a rubber,” he told me bluntly.

“Why didn’t you tonight?”

“Because I wasn’t expecting to fuck you tonight. I didn’t bring my wallet.”

“Then why did you come to my apartment?” I stared at the ceiling, not brave enough to look at him as I waited for the answer. He wasn’t expecting to fuck me tonight, but he was expecting to fuck me at some point? I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. “It was late for a social visit.”

“You and me shouldn’t be in the same sentence as the wordsocial,” Zayn said gruffly, sitting up. “Are you seriously arguing with me? Again? After all that?”

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I got out of bed, wishing I had a robe to cover my nakedness. I spent some time cleaning up, wrapping another towel around me, and by the time I came back out, he was already dressed.

Zayn saw my look and tapped his watch. “I don’t, but you have to be up in…what? An hour?” I glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. “Maybe two?”

“An hour,” I confirmed.

“If I stay…” He looked at me with fresh hunger in his stare.

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