Page 96 of Ruin Me Gently

She was still on the bed when I turned back, eyes squeezed shut, waiting.

Trusting me.

I sank onto the bed beside her. My hands were shaking when I lifted the scarf, smoothing it over her eyes. My throat was so tight I was sure I was about to asphyxiate on the spot. I tied it in place, fingers brushing the nape of her neck as I pulled back.

“That’s better,” she said on a soft breath.

My blood thickened, pulsing low, heat curling deep in my gut.

“Now… where were we?” she murmured.

Cazzo.

“We were right about here…” I closed the space between us, my mouth catching hers in a kiss that started soft—too soft—because I didn’t want to ruin it, didn’t want to wreck whatever this was before I’d even had the chance tobreathein it.

But she wasn’t having that.

Her fingers twisted in my hoodie, yanking me down, dragging me against her body, heat searing through every inch of me like gasoline on an open flame.

My body caged hers, one forearm sinking into the mattress beside her head, the other gripping her hip so tight I could feel the heat of her skin through the fabric.

She tilted her chin, giving me access, and I took, dragging my mouth down, tracing the delicate line of her jaw with my teeth, down to the slope of her neck. I could feel her pulse there, hammering. Fast. Unsteady. Matching mine.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I dragged my lips from her neck, hovering just above her, breathing her in. “No.”

“Wait,what?”

I pressed my forehead to hers, exhaling slowly, buying myself a second to think.

It had been so long since I’d touched someone.

What if I didn’t do it right?

What if I didn’t give her what she needed?

What if I fumbled this, left her aching and frustrated instead of wrecked and trembling?

I wet my lips and sucked in a sharp breath. “I want to see what you like.”

She hesitated, fingers twitching against my chest. “What do you mean?”

My hand left her hip, brushing up, grazing the line of her ribs, ghosting over the fabric between us. “Teach me,” I rasped.“So I know how to do it right.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she didn’t say anything.

Then she smirked.“Oh.”She pushed against my chest, guiding me back until I was kneeling in front of her.

Porca troia.

She was sprawled out beneath me, blindfolded, dark hair spilling over the pillows, pretty kiss-swollen lips parted in a way that made my stomach twist.

She lifted her hips slightly, easing her underwear down, leaving herself bare before me.

Fuck,her thighs. I wanted to taste every inch, drag my tongue over the ink, feel the heat of her skin against my lips. Wanted to bite. Suck. Leave marks. Wanted them to shake underneath me.

But I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to focus. I had to watch.

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