Page 313 of Ruin Me Gently

I kicked the door shut behind us and met her in another kiss, digging my fingers into her waist.

Our clothes hit the floor in a tangle of fabric—shoes kicked off, buttons slipping through trembling fingers. Every movement was fast and clumsy, like neither of us could move fast enough to catch up with the fire burning between us.

I spun her around and bent her over the kitchen counter, gripping her hips. Her palms hit the cool surface, fingers splaying wide as she gasped.

“Silas…” she whispered, voice thin and uneven, but she wasn’t pulling away. She wasn’t pushing me back.

I slid my hand up her back, curling my fingers into her braid, and tugging her head back to expose her throat.

“You’re mine,” I rasped, my breath hot against her skin. “You hear me?”

She whimpered softly, and when her thighs squeezed together instinctively, I kicked her legs apart, forcing them wide, exposing her completely.

“I said, do you hear me?” I growled again, voice darkening with raw possession.

“Yes,” she panted. “I heard you—I’m yours.”

“Brava ragazza,” I praised, kneeling between her trembling thighs. I dragged my mouth hungrily down her body, biting, sucking, marking every inch of her flesh until she was writhing and desperate.

“You’re dripping for me already,” I murmured as I pressed my mouth to her pussy, licking through her wetness.

She cried out, hips bucking helplessly as I pulled back just enough to spit onto her sensitive flesh. I spread her open with my thumbs, licking her again, dirtier, wetter, deeper. Claiming every damn inch of her.

“Sei mia,” I groaned against her. “This pussy belongs to me, understand?”

She shuddered, grinding her hips back into me. “Yes. Silas—yes, I’m yours.”

I groaned, tasting her deeper, licking her asshole, circling gently until she moaned helplessly, arching into me. She was so perfect, so needy, so desperate for anything I gave her.

I rose back up and my palm connected sharply with her flesh, leaving a hot, flushed mark behind, making her gasp and jerk beneath me.

Fuck. That ass. Soft, lush, absolutely fucking sinful. I gripped harder, squeezing and kneading her roughly. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop myself from wanting to mark her, own every fucking part of her.

“You ready for me?” I rasped, my cock throbbing painfully as I lined myself up with her.

“Yes,” she whispered, trembling beneath me. “Fuck me. Please, Silas.”

I slid inside, burying myself deep in her, feeling her body stretch around me, warm, slick, perfect. I bottomed out, pressing myself deeper, savouring the sweet, filthy moan that tore from her lips.

“Fuck,” I groaned, breath ragged, hips moving instinctively. She pushed back, matching every thrust.

Goddamn, thank fuck I took care of things. I could feel her bare, skin-to-skin, nothing between us, no fucking barrier—just her tight, wet pussy gripping me, claiming me as much as I was claiming her. No worries, no limits, nothing holding us back.

“Fucking perfect,” I gritted out between thrusts.

“Stop,” she gasped.

“What?” My rhythm faltered, and I pulled out, body trembling with pent-up need.

She spun around, eyes dark and blazing, and grabbed my hand. Without a word, she dragged me up the stairs and straight to the bedroom where she pushed me down onto the bed.

I lay there, chest heaving, pulse hammering as I stared up at her, hungry, impatient, utterly at her mercy.

“Now,” she whispered from the end of the bed. “Now we do things my way. Stay right here.”

I swallowed hard, body thrumming with anticipation as she walked toward the wardrobe and pulled out a small bag from it.

“I’m not gonna blindfold you,” she said playfully. “But I thought it might be fun—for old times’ sake.”

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