Page 191 of Ruin Me Gently

“Yes—fuck, yes, Lilith.”

I leaned down, dragging my lips over his jaw, his throat. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” his voice cracked. “Please, I need to come, please let me—”

“Not yet.” A slow, wicked grin curled on my lips. His chest heaved, muscles tensing, jaw clenching like he was trying so hard to hold on. But he couldn’t. Not when I had him right there, pinned beneath me, desperate and begging and shaking.

And God—that did something to me. The power. The control.

In that moment, I decided that this was my new favourite game, and I never wanted to stop playing.

I let my breath ghost over the shell of his ear. “You’re so pretty and perfect like this. You know that, Silas?”

“God, I don’t deserve you—fuck, I don’t deserve this,” he groaned.

I froze for half a second. He was so gone—head tilted back, chest and neck flushed, eyes heavy with need. I moved again and his breath stuttered, one trembling hand travelling to my clit, the other palming my breast.

“Perfetta… cazzo.” His voice was thick. “The way you move—fuck—the way you feel. The way you let me have you like this. I’d do anything for you, Lilith. You’re everything. Fuck, you’reeverything.”

His mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking, teasing, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin, and I cried out, my fingers twisting into his hair, pulling him closer.

His hips bucked beneath me, but his fingers stayed locked on my clit, rubbing faster and tighter.

“Lilith, please,” his voice shook as he dragged his lips from my nipple back up to my throat, then my jaw. “I need to feel it. I need to feel you come on me, please—please—”

“I’m so close—I’m so close.” I moaned, my whole body trembling, right on the edge.

“Come for me, Lilith. Please come for me, I need it, I needyou.” His hips jerked, lips finding mine, swallowing my moan as my orgasm slammed into me.

Pleasure exploded through every nerve, making me shudder, convulse, clutch at him as I rode it out, grinding down against his cock, chasing every last pulse and wave.

“Così—fuck, yes, just like that—Lilith—” his body locked up as he pulsed inside me. He buried his face in my chest, panting, lips brushing against my skin as he let out a strangled whimper, body wracked with aftershocks. “Holy shit.”

I grinned, breathless, fingers still tangled in his hair. “Yeah?”

“Yes. Yes. Grazie, cazzo—thank you.”

I blinked down at him, pulse still thudding in my ears. “You good?” I teased, dragging my nails lightly over his scalp.

A breathy laugh escaped him. “I think you just killed me.”

The storm still flashed behind me, lightning tearing through the sky in jagged, blinding streaks. The thunder followed—low, grumbling, shaking the glass like it was rattling through my bones. And still, he didn’t let go. Without a word, he shifted his grip to my ass and lifted us both from the couch.

I huffed out abreath, exhausted but stubborn. “I can walk,” I murmured, though my voice lacked any real conviction.

“Don’t care,” he said, his voice edged with exhaustion as he carried me through the penthouse to the bedroom and eased me onto the bed. Then, he settled in behind me, pulling me flush against his chest.

He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder blade. “You okay?” he murmured sleepily.

I didn’t answer right away. My chest felt tight, but not in a bad way. There was this strange, warm sensation curling inside me, spreading through my ribs and settling low in my belly.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m okay.”

His arm tightened around me slightly, his breath slow and deep. Outside, the sky cracked open again, flooding the room with light. He mumbled something barely audible, then pressed one last soft kiss to the back of my head. I let the storm and the warmth of emotion take me, sinking into sleep like a tide pulling me under.

CHAPTER FORTY FOUR

The motel looked likethe kind of place where people went to disappear—or where peoplemadethem disappear.

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