Page 189 of Ruin Me Gently

Filling me.

Inch by inch.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat, a perfect mix of pleasure and the exquisite burn of him sinking deeper, overwhelming every nerve ending.

“Breathe,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw.

I tried.FuckI tried.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, pressing soothing kisses along my cheekbone, my temple. “Relax. Let me in.”

I whimpered, fingers trembling as I gripped the nape of his neck and clenched around him.

“Cazzo… così stretto,” he groaned, hand splaying over my thigh, forehead pressing against mine. “You’re doing so well.”

A soft moan slipped from my lips as he pushed so deep, there was nothing left between us.

“You okay?” His voice was gravel against my skin.

“Yes,” my lips brushed against his. “Fuck me. Please.”

His control visibly frayed, the last shreds of restraint slipping as he began to move slowly. Each thrust sent waves of pure, liquid heat through me, the pleasure so sharp, so consuming, I could do nothing but cling to him, raking my nails along the ridges of muscle in his back.

Outside, the storm raged on, flashes of lightning streaking across the sky, thunder rolling in perfect sync with the frantic beat of my heart.

“I need more,” I gasped, desperation lacing my voice. “Please.”

He shifted, hooking his arms under my thighs, lifting them until my calves rested on his shoulders, the new angle making him feel impossibly deeper.

“Better?”

My head fell back, a broken moan escaping my lips. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, voice cracking slightly. His pace quickened, each deep, hungry thrust slamming into me, sending shockwaves through my body.

“Silas,”I moaned, the aching tension inside me coiling tighter.

“I’ve got you,” he rasped as his hips snapped against me. “I’ve got you.”

A wave of something unnameable crashed over me. Overwhelming. Drowning.

It wasn’t just the pleasure. It was all of it. Him.This.The way he held me, touched me, filled me. The way I felt so safe and yet so exposed, so utterly, painfully alive.

The layer of fabric between us was suddenly unbearable. I needed more. I needed all of him. And I wanted him to have all of me too.

Discomfort curled in my stomach, sharp and tight, but I shoved it down, swallowed it whole.

I wanted this. I did.

My hands flew to his chest, and I pushed him back.

His movements halted immediately, eyes widening as his grip loosened on me.

“What?” His voice was rough. “Shit—did I hurt you?”

“No.” I shook my head as I steadied myself. “Sit down.”

A flicker of something intense flashed in his eyes, but he moved, sinking back onto the couch. His cock was still slick from me, flushed and heavy, standing thick between us. His jaw ticked, his hands hovering at my thighs. “Lilith—”

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