Page 114 of Unbroken

I break away just enough to breathe, the words raw, my voice hoarse.

“God, I want you so fucking bad, Ruthie. So goddamn bad.”

Her lips hint at a tease, curving upward, but her eyes are dark, her pupils wide with need and want, her fingers near desperate when she reaches for me again. “Then take me,please.All of me. I want you too.”

She holds my hand, and I tug her toward the bedroom. There’s nothing frantic in the way we move, no rush or desperation, just a quiet, simmering need that pulses between us.

I lower her onto the sheets. Pulse pounding. Cock throbbing. Spurred on by the knowledge that she needs this as badly as I do. For a second, I just look at her, laid out before me, her chest rising, her lips swollen from our kissing.

And she’s fucking breathtaking.Mine.

I lower myself to her, gentle but certain, aware that her nerves are probably heightened, her body sensitive. I skim the curve of her waist, the fullness of her thighs, the swellof her hips. Her skin is fever-warm and rosy, and I trace every curve as if to memorize her. Her breath catches when my thumb grazes a hardened nipple covered in my soft tee. I lift it wordlessly and remove it so she’s bared to me.

Her back arches into me as I take my time kissing, licking, sucking. Her shoulders and breasts, nipples and navel. Her body responds to every touch as if she’s made for this, made forme.I take my time teasing and testing, savoring the connection and need.

I lower my mouth to her hips, yank off her panties, and spread her legs.

“Vadka,” she whispers.

“Open,” I order, nudging her thighs apart. “Spread your legs for me. Give me that sweet, wet cunt. I want to taste you.”

Biting her lip, she holds my gaze as she spreads her legs, and I groan. Motherfuckershe’s wet and hot, and I fucking want her. I taste her clit and moan again, nuzzling the tip of my tongue in her center before I lap lazily. My eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and she moans my name as her fingers tangle in my hair.

She’ssoaked,glowing with heat, slick with want. My mouth waters. My cock throbs. Every ounce of control I’ve had unravels as I spread her legs wider and drop to my knees. I’ve tasted, and now I want to feast.

I press a kiss to her thigh reverently, then another, slower, higher, my hands spreading her wider as I settle between her legs. I love worshipping her like this. I love the way her breath catches, and she trembles. I love the way my rough,darker hands look against her soft, pale thighs as I spread her wide and inhale the scent of her sex.

I groan and hear her sharp inhale. I smell her arousal, sweet and heady, and when I finally lean back in to give her the faintest stroke of my tongue—just a tease—she gasps like she’s been waiting for this forever.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl, my voice ragged, lips dragging over the sensitive, damp, delicate skin of her thigh. She arches, desperate, already panting. And then Ireallytaste her.

One long, slow stroke, savoring the way she tastes on my tongue. I grind my mouth into her harder as her hips buck and her fingers tighten in my hair, pulling like she can’t help herself. I nip her clit, just enough to make her hiss and her hips jerk.

“Be a good girl,” I whisper into her thighs.

“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “Fuckyes.”

I smile against her, then flatten my tongue and lick again, slow and deep, dipping into her and dragging upward, circling her clit in lazy, wet strokes. Her thighs tremble. I love it. Iwanther to come undone on my mouth. I want her to lose herself to me. It’s vulnerable and erotic, and I’m fucking savoring every second.

I suck her clit into my mouth, gently at first, teasing her with the rhythm, then her whole body arches. I don’t stop. I won’t. I wrap my arms under her thighs and press her down, holding her in place as I work a slow, relentless rhythm.

My tongue flicks and swirls, strokes. My mouth devours. Worships. She’s a fucking miracle, and I’m starving.

Her cries are sharper now, desperate and sweet and broken. She rolls her hips against me, chasing more—faster, deeper, harder—and I give it to her. I drag two fingers through her wet heat and curl them inside her. Shewails,desperate and needy.

“My god, please don’t stop. Please keep going, just like that,” she says in a heated whisper, clutching me as if I’ll keep her from drowning, and she’s sinking lower.

Stop? I’m just getting started.

I drive my fingers in deep, tongue circling, lapping, until I feel her come apart. Her thighs clamp. Her stomach tightens. Her moans rise into a crescendo.

Sheshatters.My cock jerks. Her body writhes against me, her muscles contracting as she comes so fucking hard, pulsing around my fingers. I keep going, easing her through it, licking her softer now, gently, as she trembles and whimpers and clings to me.

And when she finally collapses, breathless and shaking, I kiss her one more time.

“I could do this all fucking night.”

“Oh my god.” She moans, wrecked. “I’d fucking die.”

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