Page 114 of Ruin Me Gently

I sucked in a sharp breath as he tilted forward, pressing the most devastating kiss against my ankle.

The faint scrape of stubble dragged up my calf, rough and teasing before his mouth found the inside of my knee, lips barely brushing the skin.

“Can I?” he rasped against my already ruined nerves.

“Yes,”I answered, voice trembling.

He exhaled slowly, lips brushing over the fabric covering my pussy. A low, guttural noise rumbled in his chest as he did it again, and again. Slow, teasing kisses over the soaked lace, mouth lingering like he wanted to savour every single second.

Then—fuck.

He pressed his face into me and inhaled like he was trying to drown himself in my scent.

I nearly collapsed.

His fingertips skimmed my thighs, dragging my underwear down inch by painstaking inch.

Then he exhaled against my bare pussy, voice thick with a grin. “Cazzo, sei perfetta.”

Oh my good God. That was—was that Italian?

Was he speaking fucking Italian against my pussy?

“What—” my voice was barely there, breathless. “What did you just say?”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t even give me a second to breathe.

The first flick of his tongue almost killed me.

A strangled noise ripped from my throat, my body locking up as molten heat surged through my spine.

He was on his knees, gripping my thighs like he wanted to leave bruises, spreading me open so he could get closer, taste me properly.

His tongue moved slow at first. Then he switched—sharp, teasing flicks against my clit, followed by hot, wet kisses that had me gasping.

“Fuck, yes.” I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, forcing his face deeper between my thighs.

“Brava,” he groaned against me, breath scorching hot against my skin. “That’s it. Ride my mouth. Let me drown in you. Make a damn mess of me.”

His fingers bit into my thighs harder, and I whined, my whole body tightening at the way he let me take what I wanted, let me use him, let me ride his mouth with no restraint.

He didn’t pull away. Didn’t try to slow me down.

No, he encouraged it—his grip dragging me deeper, his moans filthy and wrecked as he devoured me, licking and sucking like he was about to leave this planet, and I was his last meal.

His hand slipped under my knee, and he hiked my leg over his shoulder. I gasped, hips rolling deeper against his face. The shift in weight sent the bookshelf tilting, and a hardcover tumbled free, landing with a heavy thud.

I jolted at the sound, but his grip only tightened.

“Fuck the books,” he muttered as he flicked his tongue just to make me whimper. “I want to hearyou,not them.”

Books crashed around us, slamming against wood, hitting the floor in a cascade of hardcovers and pages, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t pause. Didn’t even flinch. If anything, it only made him hungrier.

“Cazzo—” he groaned. “You want me like this? Want to use me? Then fucking use me, Lilith. Do whatever the fuck you want with me.”

Oh my God. His words. They were filth. Pure, delicious filth.

“That’s it. Soak me. Wreck me,” he groaned against me. “Give me everything.”

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