Page 172 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

My cock tightens, almost painfully. The image of her kneeling in front of me drives me crazy.

I wrap my hand around my hardening cock and squeeze it gently, every slight touch so much more sensitive.

A drop of pre-cum leaks out the tip and I run it down my length. Her lips part as she watches me, her eyes begging to taste.

Threading my fingers through her hair, I nudge her head closer, her wicked smile almost my undoing.

My breath speeds up as I start to stroke up and down it, imagining it’s her plump lips and tongue running along it. The curve of her mouth when she realizes how much power she has over me. The hunger in her eyes as she widens her lips and takes me deep into her mouth.

My breath comes out in short, rapid pants as she pulls back and twirls her tongue around the tip, teasing me and bringing me close to the brink before pulling back.

Using the shower wall as leverage, I watch as she explores the length of my cock with her tongue. I slow down, savoring each moment, pumping my hand around my length as it begs for release.

Damn.

Kiarra leans back, taking me with her. Arching up, I revel in her beauty, in each and every one of her curves.

Smiling up at me with those innocent eyes, she slides a hand down her body, moaning into my cock; the vibration dragging a moan from my lips.

Keeping eye contact with me, she caresses her nipples before sliding lower. Those lustful eyes just for me.

She spreads her legs wide, opening up for me and showing me how slick she is for me.

My heart picks up speed, beating like a drum in my chest as she slips a finger in.

One pump and I can’t take it anymore. I need to touch her. To feel her hot skin against mine as I sink into her.

Yanking her up, I pull her close so I can run my lips along her neck and down her chest. Showering her with kisses before I pin her to the wall, teasing her just as much as she has me.

So fucking close.

Chills spread across my body as my hand speeds up.

And just when she’s begging for me to ease the ache inside her, I’d thrust into her, swallowing every cry, every delicious moan before speeding up, pumping my cock into her slick heat. She’d shatter around me, arching into my body, her own orgasm sending me close to the edge.

My cock twitches and throbs in my hand, then it pulses. I thrust as the pressure builds and hits its peak. My whole body tenses as I come into my hand, the pleasure sweeping in waves across my whole body. I grunt, leaning forward to catch my breath.

Fuck.

Smiling to myself, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. A calm, relaxed feeling settles over me as I continue to see Kiarra, happy and smiling.

Her warmth and love wrap around me, keeping me company.

Turning up the shower, I clean myself off. Reaching over my back, I stop, a dark thought slipping in and shattering the warmth inside me.

What if she hates my scars?

What if it disgusts her?

I have to accept that she might not want to touch me. That my own scars—whether they disgust her or not— might remind her of her own pain.

The water turns colder the longer I stay there, my thoughts turning darker each minute that passes.

My happy vision of her fades, leaving behind one with her face full of horror and disgust. Knowing that it could be her reaction to seeing my scars breaks something inside me.

My body fills with excess energy that has nowhere to go. I glance down at my clenched fists and slam them into the shower wall. The wall cracks on the first punch, the tiles and plaster completely crumbling and falling to the floor, but I don’t care.

I drop to the floor, sitting in the destruction I made, water spilling in every direction. I stay in there a few more minutes, soaking up the misery and pain before donning my mask and getting out.

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