Page 206 of Ruin Me Gently

“Keep going,” she gasped as she released the pressure just enough.

I was a writhing mess beneath her—breathless, boneless, utterly ruined—and I didn’t fucking care. I would give her anything,doanything, as long as she kept fucking me like that. Kept moving against me with that perfect, devastating rhythm that had my head spinning, my body unravelling, my entire existence narrowing down to the way she felt wrapped around me.

“Please.” My voice wavered as my every nerve burned with unbearable, torturous heat. “Please. Please. I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Use me. Take me. Just—please—please don’t stop.”

Her smile widened, teeth catching her bottom lip. “One more time,” she whispered as her hips slowed.

A choked sob escaped my throat, every ounce of pride crumbling along with my composure. My hips jerked upward, desperate for friction, for release, but she stayed in control.

“Lilith. I’m on my knees for you—I’m begging you. Please. Please. Let me come. Please. I’m gonna—I can’t hold—”

She leaned down, her breath warm against my ear. “Come for me,” she whispered, voice like silk, sending a shiver straight down my spine.

She slammed her hips down and pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, raw and all-consuming, crashing through every nerve in my body.

“Fuck—”the word ripped from my throat, broken and desperate, as my release surged through me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision as whimpers and moans escaped me. I couldn’t hold back anything—not the trembling in my hands, not the tears that slid down my cheeks as I gasped her name again and again.

“Lilith,” Iwhispered as my entire body shuddered beneath her. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

Her hair fell around us as she pressed her lips to mine in a soft, tender kiss. Her hands moved to my face, thumbs brushing gently over my cheeks, wiping away the wetness. It was so gentle, so careful, it left me reeling.

“You okay there?” she asked quietly, her breath warm against my lips.

I couldn’t speak, my throat was too tight, chest too full. So I just nodded, drinking her in, searching—like if I looked long enough, I’d find the words she so desperately deserved.

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT

Silas was warm andheavy between my legs, his head resting on my lap, one arm draped lazily on my thigh like I was his personal throne.

If I stayed still long enough, I was pretty sure he’d start purring.

My fingers stroked lightly through his hair as I tracked the city below us. If I squinted hard enough, I could just make out the warm glow of Sonnets & Spines on the outskirts.

It looked small from up here, almost insignificant, but the sight of it made my heart falter. I was lucky enough that I’d been allowed as much time off as I needed. But I missed it so damn bad.

I tapped my fingers against his shoulder. “Be honest. You ever use binoculars to spy on me?”

He let out a low hum, not even bothering to open his eyes. “No,” he said, voice lazy, rough from exhaustion. “But thanks for the idea.”

I huffed, swatting lightly at his temple. “Creep.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, but before I could fire back, a forceful bang shook his office door, rattling it in its frame.

Silas sat up slowly, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms out in front of him.

“You’re disturbingly calm about that.”

He just ran a hand through his curls, yawning. “It’s Finn.”

I frowned. “How do you know?”

Another bang. “Graves! Open up!”

He shot me a look ‘see?’then walked over to the door, cracking his neck before unlocking it.

The second it opened, Finn fell through. Hair a mess, chest heaving, eyes wild.

“Dude,” he burst out. “He wants to set up a meeting. He said he’ll do it, but he wants a fat injection—cash, off the books—to help.”

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