Page 177 of Ruin My Life
His gaze is molten—so dark it borders on black.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over the shell of my ear.
I do as he says, watching the tension in his jaw as his fingers press lightly around my throat—just enough to claim me, not enough to control.
He pinches my nipple beneath my T-shirt, the sensation sharp and hot, perfectly timed with the slow drag of his hips as he glides his throbbing cock between my soaked folds.
My knees tremble. My whole body shakes with the weight of anticipation.
“Do you trust me,little rose?” he asks, voice low and rough.
For once, I don’t think. I don’t second-guess.
The answer comes without resistance.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He lets go of my throat and slips both hands beneath the hem of my shirt. “Lift your arms.”
I do, even though they’re trembling.
The fabric brushes over my skin as he peels it off, leaving me fully exposed.
My breath stutters.
The moment my eyes reopen, they go straight to the scar across my chest—ugly, raised, unforgiving.
But Damon is already there, tilting my chin gently until my gaze finds his in the mirror again.
The head of his cock nudges my entrance, pulling my attention back to the way his body brackets mine, the way he watches me like I’meverything.
“Eyes on me,” he reminds firmly. “Let yourself let go. I’ve got you.”
And then he sinks into me.
The stretch makes me gasp—so full. So deep. Soperfect.
His pace starts slow but purposeful, pulling back until just the tip remains before thrusting forward again, hard enough that the sound of our bodies meeting fills the room alongside my stifled moans. Every time he bottoms out, his tip brushes that tender spot inside me that makes my vision blur at the edges.
His hand finds my scar again, fingers brushing over the raised lines like he’s reading a story written in my skin.
And maybe he is.
My skin blushes under his gaze, so hot for him in all the right ways.
“Nada de lo que pudieras mostrarme me haría verte como algo menos que una hermosa guerrera,”he murmurs, lips brushing my ear.
I don’t understand the words, not exactly—but I know it’s something sweet with the way he kisses my neck afterward.
It makes my body clench around him so tightly that he groans, his hips stuttering for just a second.
“Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he growls, his teeth grazing the curve of my shoulder before sinking in just deep enough to leave their mark.
The sting only fuels the fire in my veins.
“I will live, fight, and die for this perfect pussy.”
“Oh mygod,” I moan, dizzy from the pressure coiling inside me, building toward detonation.
