Page 228 of Ruin Me Gently

“You know you are.”

She smirked, leaning back in to press a slow, lingering kiss to my throat. “Come to bed, Silas.”

My gaze flicked back to the laptop. The numbers, the logs, the endless cycle of bullshit that refused to give me what I needed. I was torn between the weight of responsibility and the warmth of her body pressed against mine.

But she shifted, sliding off my lap, wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders like a cocoon. Her fingers slipped into mine and she gave me the smallest tug.

“Come on,” she said.

When we reached the bedroom, she let the blanket slip from her shoulders and skimmed her fingers along my jaw, tilting my head down towards hers as she reached up on her toes and kissed me, soft and slow.

I groaned against her mouth, hands finding her hips.

She reached for the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head slowly, letting it join the blanket on the floor.

My pulse kicked up as I took her in, the soft curves of her body, the ink swirling over her skin, the faint ridges of scars catching in the low light. I wanted to touch every inch. Wanted to sink to my knees and worship her.

But she beat me to it. She found the buttons of my shirt, undoing them one by one, each slower than the last. And then she was kissing down my chest, her tongue flicking out, making my breath stutter.

She moved to my nipple, dragging her teeth lightly before soothing the bite with her tongue.

“Fuck, Lilith,” I groaned.

She travelled back up, lips lingering over every ridge of muscle, every inch of ink and skin. When she finally reached my neck, she pressed a slow kiss beneath my jaw, her fingers sliding down, over my stomach.

She didn’t break eye contact as her palm smoothed over my cock through my slacks, pressing hard enough to make my breath hitch.

“You need to relax a little,” she whispered.

I hummed, fingers flexing against her hips as I held her close. “That so?”

She nodded, squeezing my cock a little tighter. “Do you remember when you asked me to show you what I liked?”

Yes, I remembered. I remembered too well.

“Well, you know what I like now,” she murmured. “But I want to see whatyoulike.”

A slow, creeping heat licked up the back of my neck, pooling hot and heavy in my gut.

She wanted me to touch myself. In front of her.

“Pretend I’m not here,” she whispered. “I just want to see how you make yourself feel good.”

Heat licked down my spine as my fingers went to my belt, unbuckling it, the metal clinking softly as I pushed my slacks down to my thighs. I stepped out of them, moving toward the bed. My cock was already thick and aching, the cool air teasing over my skin as I climbed onto the mattress.

I shifted back, pressing my spine against the headboard, settling in. My eyes flicked to her, waiting for her to join me, expecting her to crawl in beside me like she always did.

But she perched at the edge of the bed, legs tucked beneath her, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, eyes hooded, burning into me with something wicked.

Fuck.

Okay.

Fuck.

I dragged my hands down my chest, nails scratching lightly over my skin. My other hand drifted lower, wrapping around the base of my cock, the weight of it heavy in my palm. My fingers flexed, teasing, before I gave myself a slow stroke, hips jerking slightly at the sensation.

Still, she didn’t move, her eyes flicking between mine and my cock.

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