Page 118 of Ruin Me Gently

“What?” she moaned, breathless beneath me, her body writhing, trembling. So damn beautiful.

No, no, no—

I tried to stop it. Tried to hold it back, to breathe through it, to make it disappear.

But her fingers gripped tighter in my hair, pulling me closer to her.

“Lilith, I—I—”

The words turned into a wrecked whimper as heat tore through me, my cock pulsing, jerking, spilling hard and hot into my pants, completely untouched.

The wet, obscene smacking of my fingers fucking into her didn’t slow, didn’t falter, not even as I broke apart.

My body locked up, cock pulsing again and again and again. My vision whited out, pleasure blurring everything, my lungs dragging in gasping, ragged breaths as I shook through it, helpless to stop it.

And then she came.Hard.

A sharp cry ripped from her lips, her body snapping tight, her back arching off the counter, thighs squeezing around my hand as she gushed.

Soaking my fingers.

Drenching the counter.

Making the filthiest, most devastatingly beautiful mess I’d ever seen.

Her lips were soft beneath mine, slower now, exhaustion settling deep in her bones. She was spent. I could feel it in the way she melted into me, in the way her fingers barely clung to my hoodie.

“Keep your eyes closed,” I murmured against herlips.

She exhaled a slow, sleepy breath but nodded. I reached behind her head, slipping the scarf away and immediately covered the lower half of my face with it.

“Okay,” I said.

She blinked up at me, lashes fluttering, those stunning silver eyes still hazy with the remnants of pleasure as they found mine.

God, she was beautiful.

I swallowed through the thickness in my throat, then forced myself to move. “Where’s the bathroom?”

She barely managed a whisper. “Through the back. First door.”

The second I stepped inside the small box room, I braced myself against the sink, staring down at my own shaking hands. My knuckles were still white from how I’d gripped her, my fingers still sticky with her. She waseverywhere.

I yanked my hoodie off and peeled my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. My chest was still heaving, my stomach still tight.

Exhaling hard, I flipped on the faucet and shoved my hands under the stream, desperate to pull myself together. But my body wasn’t cooperating. My legs were weak. My head was spinning.

I’dcomein mypants.

I was a grown man.

And I’d come in my pants.

In all my years, I’d never come like that. Not untouched. Not completely shattered by it. Not fucking wrecked.

She really was something else.

A slow, shuddering breath left me as I grabbed a handful of paper towels and cleaned myself up as best as I could.

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