Page 187 of Ruin Me Gently

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants, then beneath his underwear.

His breath hitched violently.

I found him—hot, thick, hard.

Jesus.

His cock throbbed into my palm, a bead of pre-come slicking my fingertips as I wrapped my hand around him. He muttered a curse against my lips, his hips jerking slightly into my touch.

I stroked him slowly, savouring the way his body moved as his kisses grew messier, more desperate.

“Lilith.”

I smirked, squeezing a little tighter. He was so hard, so warm, and just feeling him like this, feeling the way he reacted to me, made something low in my stomach twist with raw need.

A violent flash split the sky, followed by a deafening crack.

I gasped, my entire body jerking in shock.

Shit.

I hadn’t even noticed how dark the sky had turned.

The city lights below were faint and hazy in the black sky.

Then the darkness split, and the rain came—fast and hard, pelting down in sheets.

“In! Now!” Silas was already moving, switching off the heater. I barely had time to yank my hand out of his pants before we were half-running, half-stumbling toward the elevator.

A monsoon of freezing droplets soaked through my clothes instantly, drenching my hair, sending a shiver through my spine.

He reached the panel first, slamming his fist against the button. The doors opened and he all but shoved me inside before stepping in after me.

I turned to him, hair dripping, pulse pounding. He was soaked too, his curls sticking to his forehead.

My eyes dropped to his pants. Still hard. I bit my lip. He cursed softly, his breath ragged, hands gripping my hips as I wrapped my fingers around his cock through the dripping fabric.

He kissed me desperately, like the few seconds of us being apart had driven him to the brink of death.

My fingers tightened, and his hips rolled forward just as the elevator doors slid open. We stumbled out, still kissing, still tangled in each other like we might fall apart if we let go.

He guided me through the dim room, rainwater dripping from our clothes, leaving a messy trail behind us.

“Silas, we’re wet through,” I muttered against his lips.

“Don’t fucking care.”

A deep sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating against me. In one swift motion, he lowered me onto the couch, his body covering mine, forearms bracing on either side of my head.

His mouth was back on me in an instant—kissing, biting, teasing—his lips dragging down the curve of my throat, teeth grazing my skin. My fingers fisted in his hair, tugging him closer as my back arched, pressing into him, chasing that heat, that friction.

His breath came fast and ragged, his pupils blown wide as he pulled back slightly, grabbed my hips, and dragged me across the cushions.

“Watch the sky,” he murmured.

He’d angled me toward the window, facing the chaos outside.

The storm flared wild, lightning flashing across the room in stark, electric white and thunder rolled low and deep. The glass was slick with rain, streaked and blurred, the city beyond writhing beneath the downpour.

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