Page 99 of Ruin Me Gently

I leaned down, teeth catching the soft curve of her neck, biting just hard enough to feel her shudder beneath me. I dragged my tongue over the mark, sucking it, teasing it, soothing it.

“I’m gonna—fuck, I’m gonna—”

I groaned, sliding my fingers as deep as I could, stretching her open, curling just right, pressing my palm against her clit.

She was right there. Right on the edge.

“That’s it,” I rasped, my voice thick with need. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

She broke.

Her thighs snapped shut around my wrist, a choked sob ripping from her throat, her fingers yanking my hair so hard I whimpered.

And fuck, fuck, fuck—

She came hard around my fingers, trembling as warmth spilled over my hand, soaking into the blankets beneath her.

Oh cazzo, Dio.

This was going to be burned into my memory for the rest of my life.

She lay boneless beneath me, body still trembling, breath still uneven, lips parted. Her skin flushed a deep, gorgeous pink, heat still lingering along her throat. Her dark hair was a mess against the pillow, strands sticking to her damp skin, wild, unruly, and perfect.

She looked ruined.

Spent.

So damn beautiful it hurt to look at her.

This moment. This sight.Her.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

And it was all for me.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Ihad officially ascended.

Call it post-orgasm nirvana or just a temporarydeath… But either way, I was pretty sure my soul had just left my body.

My limbs were useless.

My brain was soup.

My thighs were still trembling.

Holy shit.

I was wrecked and boneless. Reduced to nothing but heavy breathing and a slow realisation that I might never recover.

Which was why it took me a solid ten seconds to realise something was off.

The bed was colder.

The air was empty.

My fingers twitched against the sheets, reaching blindly into the space where he should be.

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