Page 183 of Ruin My Life
Damon’s eyes darken. They’re bottomless, ravenous, like two black holes intent on consuming me. A wicked grin tugs at his lips, slow and lethal, and my stomach flips like it’s been dropped from a rooftop.
“Is that your way of telling me that my little rose… likes it a little rough?” he purrs, his breath brushing my ear.
A violent shiver rolls down my spine. I grip his biceps tighter.
“Just don’t treat me like I’m delicate,” I breathe. “You have all of me, and I want all of you too.”
I barely have time to blink before he moves.
In one fluid motion, Damon flips me onto my back, pinning me to the mattress with my legs dangling off the edge. He hovers over me, arms planted beside my head, his body heat bleeding into mine.
I think he’s about to slide inside me, claim me completely. But instead, he travels downward, trailing kisses down my stomach until his breath fans hot over my folds.
I tremble beneath him. “What are you—?”
He looks up at me through thick lashes, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he yanks me closer to the edge of the mattress.
“If you want all of me,” he growls, his gaze fixed between my legs, “then I need you dripping wet,mi rosa.”
He inhales deeply, the sound animalistic and primal.
“That—and I’ve been fucking dying to taste how sweet this pussy is.”
I don’t even get a chance to feel embarrassed before his mouth is on me.
Holy.Fucking.Shit.
His tongue drags through my folds with precision—from my entrance to my trembling clit—then circles back to suck with wicked purpose.
“Damon!” I cry out, hips bucking against his mouth as my spine arches off the mattress.
I’ve been eaten out before—once or twice, fumbled and forgettable—but never like this.
Damon devours me like he’s starving.
Like this is sacred. LikeI’msacred.
He eats like a sinner at confession—worshipping with lips, teeth, tongue. Tasting. Claiming.Wrecking.
And when he growls against my clit, a guttural vibration that sets my nerves ablaze, I see stars.
My fingers claw at the sheets. My breath turns ragged.
“Fuck,” he groans against me. “You taste like the heaven I’ll never see. My own heaven on earth is right here between your legs.”
Between his sinful mouth and those goddamn words, I come undone—
Shaking.
Clenching.
Unraveling.
Damon doesn’t stop until he’s coaxed every last tremor from my body, like he’s pulling the climax from my bones.
Then, just as I’m catching my breath, he flips me over with effortless strength, guiding me onto my stomach. His hands grip my hips and lift my ass into the air until I’m kneeling at the edge of the bed. Open. Waiting.
Two fingers slide into me—slow and deep—pumping to the knuckle and curling just right. His lips glisten with my arousal as he watches from behind, eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire.
