Page 115 of Ruin Me Gently

A sharp gasp ripped from me as I rolled my hips, dragging myself across his tongue, and he whimpered, hands gripping my ass, guiding me.

His tongue lashed at me, licking, sucking, his nose pressing firm against me as he devoured me whole. “Please, let me have you, let me taste your come.”

“Yes—fuck—yes—” I wasn’t even sure who the words were coming from as my orgasm ripped through me.

He took it all—guiding me through the aftershocks, sucking, worshipping, fuckingthankingme.

“Thank you,” he groaned against me, his voice breaking. “Thank you. Thank you.”

I shivered, still pulsing around nothing, the aftershocks rolling through me.

His voice was raspy, barely there. “Was I good for you?”

I hummed, still catching my breath. “Hmmm?”

His hands tensed, flexing against my ass. “Say it,” he pleaded. “Tell me I was good for you. Tell me I made you come the way you needed—cazzo—tell me I can do it again. Please, Lilith.”

Oh.Oh.

Holy shit.

My pulse hammered. I couldn’t see a damn thing, but I felteverything.The ragged rise and fall of his chest, his fingers twitching against my skin like he was barely holding on, the thick heat of his breath ghosting over me.

Something deep in my stomach flipped, tightened, a heat curling low at the way he had just offered himself up so completely.

I licked my lips, voice barely above a whisper. “You were good.”

His entire body tensed. “Say it again.”

I smirked. “You were so,sogood for me.”

A low, wrecked sound tore from his throat.

Then he moved.

No hesitation. No warning. Justforce.

Strong hands gripped and lifted. I was weightless. A gasp ripped from my lips, body jolting from the sheer power of him manhandling me like I was nothing.

The cool press of wood met my bare ass and my body shuddered.

Cold against heat.

Hard against soft.

Him against me.

Andfuck—I wanted more.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Her hair fanned acrossthe counter in a dark, messy halo, my scarf still snug across her eyes—leaving her vulnerable, relying on nothing but sensation. Her kiss-swollen lips parted just enough to let out soft, uneven breaths as her body trembled, waiting for more.

I groaned, swallowing hard as the phantom of her still coated my lips, clinging to me like a brand.

She told me I was good.

She told me I was good.

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