Page 188 of Ruin Me Gently

But I couldn’t focus on any of it, because now, he was kneeling between my legs, peeling my soaked leggings and socks from my skin, but avoiding my shirt, leaving it clinging to my body, wet and untouched.

Dark curls fell over his forehead, raindrops dripping from the ends, his chest quaking with each laboured breath. Those deep, intense eyes locked onto mine as his hands slid higher, thumbs brushing against my inner thighs.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered as he traced light patterns against my underwear, each touch searing through the delicate fabric.

He leaned down,pressing a slow kiss right against the layer between us. Then another, and another. Each one sent shivers rippling through me, heat pooling low. I gripped onto a cushion, body tight, aching, waiting for him to—

“Silas, please,” I breathed.

His lips lingered for a moment, breath warm against me before his fingers slid up to the waistband, hooking beneath the fabric, dragging them down until they were gone, discarded somewhere behind him.

His gaze darkened as he traced his fingers along my skin, barely skimming where I needed him most. “I’m aching for you, Lilith. Please, let me have you. Let me fuck you.”

My brain stalled. “What?”

His eyes burned into mine. “Please, sweetheart. I’ll be so good for you. I promise. Please, let me fuck you.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes. I want it. Yes. Please.”

A sharp, ragged exhale tore out of him. “Wait here.”

What?My stomach clenched as he stood and turned toward the hallway.

When he returned, his soaked clothes were gone, and in his hand—a foil packet he was tearing open with his teeth.

My tongue turned to dust at the sight.

“Where did you get that?” I blurted.

He smirked. “Got them delivered with the groceries last night.”

I gaped. “And you didn’t—”

“No more talking,” he said as he slowly rolled the condom over his thick cock. His stomach muscles flexed as he gave himself a slow stroke, eyes locked onto mine, making me squirm.

He took a step closer, then another, until his knees were pressed against the couch and he was towering over me. “Come here, sweetheart.”

My pulse hammered as I shifted forward. Every brush of his skin against mine sent sparks skittering through my nerves, the heat between us blistering.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him flush to me, grinding into the thick length pressing right against my pussy.

His hands slid up the curve of my waist, then his weight shifted, his palm gliding up my side, along my ribs, until it slid behind my shoulder and he pulled me down.

I was locked between him and the cushions. Nowhere to go, nothing to do but feel the warmth of his skin, the weight of his body, the hard press of him where I needed him most.

“So beautiful. So damn perfect,” he groaned, forehead dropping against mine. His hand skated lower, gripping the back of my knee, lifting my leg slightly, lining himself up. “Tell me if it’s too much. If you want to stop.”

I nodded, but he didn’t move.

“I need your words.” His voice was hoarse, strained.

My heart thudded against my ribs as I grazed my nails across his shoulders. “Yes,” I nodded. “I’ll tell you.”

His lips brushed mine in a tender, reassuring kiss. And then, he pressed forward.

Slow.

Stretching me.

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