Page 222 of Ruins
He grinds against me, his movements eliciting more unreadable sounds from me. His name forms on my lips as a prayer, a plea for mercy from the maddening pleasure that threatens to consume me entirely.
“Yes, just like thatplease,” I manage to respond, my voice breaking on the final word.
He grins down at me, his eyes dark with desire, gloating at the mess he’s made of me. “You’re so beautiful when you beg, Dea.”
His words strike an unfamiliar chord within me. It’s not just the lust that laces his voice or the tenderness behind his gaze; it’s how he sees all of me, accepts all of me. I’mhis.
He stills, pulling out slightly and causing my hips to lift to chase the feeling.
“One more time, Dea,” Santo whispers against my lips. “Ask for my cock one more time.”
“Please, I want it,” I gasp, desperate.
And then he drives into me.
A sudden explosion of pleasure rips through me coating every nerve ending with that familiar delicious euphoria. His pace quickens in response to my body’s reaction, his thumb on my clit matching the rhythm of his thrusts and it doesn’t take long before I’m spiraling into pure ecstasy.
“You’re so close, Vasilisa, let go for me,” he murmurs.
I shake my head helplessly, clinging onto the precipice of pleasure by a mere thread.
“Santo,” I whimper. “I...I...”
“Come for me, Dea,” he demands, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine. “Ineedyou to.”
His words are my undoing. With a cry that rips from my throat, I surrender to him, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure that crashes over me in wave after wave of delicious ecstasy. My body convulses beneath him as my climax tears through me, every muscle tensing then shuddering in its wake.
Santo’s movements become more frantic, more desperate. His thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming uneven and jerky as his own peak approaches. With a primal groan, he buries his face into the crook of my neck. His teeth graze against my skin, applying just enough pressure to leave a mark but not enough to break the skin—a reminder of this moment forever sealed into my flesh.
Then he stills, his body taut as a bowstring above me. The feel of his cock pulsating within me sends another shockwave of pleasure coursing through my system, making me twitch and shiver beneath him. His grip on me tightens as he rides out his climax.
As our breathing slowly returns to normal, he collapses on top of me. Our bodies are slick with sweat and tangled together in a mess of limbs. He pulls out gently and rolls off me, pulling me with him so I end up sprawled across his chest. His heartbeat thrums steadily beneath my ear.
“You were perfect,” he says simply, placing a kiss on my forehead. His arms wrap protectively around me, my heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment.
“Finché il mondo non cesserà di esistere,”he whispers against my hair before pressing a soft kiss to the crown of my head. “Until the world ceases to exist.”
I glance up at Santo to find him already looking at me with soft eyes, a content smile playing on his lips.
I’ve exposed myself to him completely tonight, given him a part of me that no one else will ever touch, and in return he’s given me a piece of himself - his devotion, his protection, his love.
***
When I wake, it’s still dark outside, Santo’s softly breathing asleep beside me. I am deliciously sore, and I immediately think of taking a nice warm bath. Slowly, I ease myself from his grasp, careful not to wake him. He stirs slightly, his lips twitching into a slight frown as he tightens his grip on the pillow I was just laying on. I smile softly, running my fingers through his sleep-mussed hair before slipping away. I shut the door carefully, then flick on the light. I catch myself in the mirror, my reflection is practically glowing. My hair is a wild mess, faint love bites scattered along my neck and shoulders. A blush rises in my cheeks as the memories flood back—the way Santo had worshipped me. Owned me.Lovedme.
I shake off the memories—for now—and run the bath, adjusting the heat until the steam curls in the air, promising relief. As steam begins to fill the room, I add some of the jasmine scented bubble bath that sits on the edge of the tub.
A dull ache lingers in my muscles, and my stomach protests with a quiet growl. I think of my stash of snacks waiting in the kitchen, but first—a book. A quick trip to the library will make the bath even better. A book, a bath, and something sweet. The perfect way to ease both my mind and body.
I flick off the light and slip through the door, silent as a whisper, careful not to wake him. I slip on Santo’s discarded button-down, his scent wrapping around me like a second skin, and tiptoe toward the library. The sound of my footsteps echoes through the empty mansion, shattering the silence.
In the library, I quickly locate the S. J Nandez book I had been wanting to read and rush towards the back of the room where a hidden elevator awaits. With a firm pull on the bookshelf, the elevator appears, and I press my finger onto the call button. It beeps softly before sliding open its doors and welcoming me inside.
With my book tucked under my arm, I descend to the pantry where my snacks await. My thoughts flutter back Santo and my body thrums as my face heats, I have never been happier.
The doors slide open, and I flick on the pantry light, spotting my box of snacks. I place my book safely on the shelf and dig through my treats, my stomach grumbles again in anticipation, maybe I’ll have a quick snack cake now before I return to my bath.
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