Page 204 of Ruin Me Gently

“Eyes on me,” she demanded.

My stomach clenched at the sharpness in her voice, the absolute certainty of it, and my eyes met hers straight away.

She lifted a hand, pointing to my chest. “Off.”

My fingers moved without a thought, unbuttoning my shirt with quick, efficient movements before shrugging it off and tossing it aside.

“Shit. So damn beautiful,” she murmured to herself as her eyes flicked over every dip, every ridge, every desperate inch of me. “Lie down.”

The wood was hard against my back, soothing the fire that licked over my skin. My arms rested at my sides as I stared up at her—at the way she towered over me, at the way she slowly took me in.

Every single cell of me was hers.

And I wanted her to take it all.

She peeled off her underwear and lowered herself, straddling me, knees pressing into the floor either side of my body. Then she tugged her dress over her head and let it pool somewhere behind her.

She was so soft, so lush, so divine. I wanted desperately to trace the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the soft skin of her stomach, the stretch of her inked thighs. But the second I movedto touch her, she caught my wrists, leaning over me and pressing them down to the floor either side of my head. “Not yet.”

A shaky breath escaped me, my entire body taut with anticipation as she shifted above me, her warm, bare skin brushing against mine.

She was intoxicating—her wet pussy gliding over me in slow, torturous strokes as she began to move.

“Fuck, Lilith,”my voice was a low growl as she teased me, her hips rolling with an infuriatingly perfect rhythm.

She didn’t respond, just tilted her head slightly, watching as I squirmed beneath her.

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on, but the way she moved, the way she rocked her hips against me, the slickness of her—fuck, it was too much.

I was getting dangerously close to the edge. “If you keep that up…”

She leaned down, lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “I know.”

And then she stopped.

A frustrated groan slipped from my lips as she released my wrists and straightened, reaching behind her.

Foil crinkled as she tore open a condom. I wanted to ask where she’d gotten it. If she’d brought it, knowing she’d have me like this. But the words were lost as she rolled it down my length at an excruciatingly slow pace that had me cursing under my breath.

She gripped my shoulders for balance as she positioned herself and sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch.

My hands flew to her hips, holding her firmly as she enveloped me, tight and wet and so fucking perfect.

“Cazzo,”I moaned, every coherent thought leaving my mind as my fingers dug into her impossibly soft skin.

She paused for a moment, adjusting, her chest jumping as she caught her breath. The way she held herself—her chin tilted up slightly, back arched—she was a goddess perched above me, beauty personified.

Her hips rolled slowly, experimentally, and my entire body jolted with the sensation. She was slow and deliberate as she savoured the moment.

“You look—” I started, but my voice broke off into a groan as she picked up her pace, her hips grinding down on me.

“What?” she asked between her soft moans. “Say it.”

“You—” I struggled to get the words out, my head tipping back as she moved again, sending a wave of heat crashing through me. “You have no idea how perfect you look riding me,” I finally managed.

I was losing my mind. The way she moved above me, the way her soft curves shifted with every roll of her hips. She was fucking hypnotic.

My control was slipping, the edge growing closer and closer with every thrust.

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