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He pushes the skirt up around my midsection, baring all of me.
He sways a little. “Goddess, your fucking scent is killing me.” His fingers flow over the lace covering me, and I whimper. “You’re drenched, Lilah,” he croons. “Why is that?” He swirls his fingertips over the flower like design, tracing the outline of each petal right over my core.
“You’re touching me. That’s why.”
He chuckles and the sound is dark. “Is it because you’re being touched, or becauseI’mthe one touching you?” Those agile digits skim along my slit from top to bottom and back. My hips shift.
“Both?” I hedge.
His gaze is stark. Almost angry. “Good.” He grabs my hand and forces it to my own flesh. I buck.
“Ruin ...” I glance out of the small alcove we are in. The narrow wall beside us barely hides his massive form. Let alone my almost naked lower half. We can’t do—whatever we are fixing to do here.
He presses his other hand down on my midsection, holding me in place. “So responsive.” Still holding my hand, he forces it lower along my panties. The almost rough fabric is wet. Drenched, just like he said. “Do you feel that? How your body responds to me?” I shiver as he teases me slowly, like he has all the time in the world.
He lets go of my hand and pets down my slit with one finger. “I want to see how responsive you are.” He pulls, and the fabric over me tears loudly.
My eyes widen and my spine bows.
“Fucking hell,” he whispers. The darkness of his irises seems to swallow up the white, and the gold devours them both as he stares down at my bare flesh. Slowly, oh so slowly, he teases the inside of my thighs, working ever closer to my heat.
I try to squirm, to force him where I need him. He laughs again. “What’s the matter?”
My breathing saws through me in answer. He swirls and pinches at the small bud between my legs. Blood arcs and zings in my veins, like electricity. “Please, Ruin.”
The sounds that he makes has me dancing in place as it adds to the lust making my vision darken. “I should make you beg for this,” he snarls. But his fingertip finds my entrance and dives inside in a wash of blistering heat. I cry out.
Ruin rises up and slams his mouth over mine. I cry out again, the sound captured in a hungry growl as he devours it between us. He pumps his hand, filling my body over and over. A second digit joins the first, and I ripple.
My hands claw at the armrests. He groans against my mouth and the hard length of him presses into my leg. I try to pull back. To beg. But he turns his fingers upward and the pressure in my groin builds. I whimper.
Oh god.
A pink haze rings my vision and I undulate, riding the heady rhythm of his fingers. “Ruin,” I mumble against his mouth. “Please.”
He growls. “Now, Lilah.”
Like my body needed the command, my core clamps and I bow upward, needing, seeking all that he can give me. I cling to him, riding the waves of a release that makes my toes tingle.
He pulls free of my sensitive flesh. I scramble to keep him in place, thighs clenching and hands grabbing. He stands and backs up. The front of his jeans are tented by his still heavy length. One that makes heat blaze anew.
His dark eyes are unfathomable. Cool. He scrubs his hand on his pants, like he is trying to get rid of something. “Now you know what it’s like to get off with a vampire too.”
I gape. “What?”
He smiles, but there is nothing nice in the motion. “‘Night, Lilah.” He walks off, leaving my legs wide, my flesh in full view, and my mind in confused tatters.
I look around and try to cover myself before rushing up the stairs to go back to my room. No one stops me. No one yells for me to stay. In fact, the house is quiet. Sleeping.
My arms cross over my chest and I shove at the thick doors with my shoulder. But they weigh a ton. I press both palms to the wood and heave with a very un-feminine grunt. They won’t budge. “Fuck!”
“Lilah?” I want to melt into the floor as Raina’s voice floats up to me from the foyer below. Soft steps trail up the stairs. “You okay?”
I huddle in on myself.
Damn it.
Gentle hands grip my shoulders, and she turns me around. A towering blond man waits at the base of the stairs. His gold eyes are polite, but uninterested. Raina squeezes my arms, bringing my focus back to her. “Lilah, baby. Answer me.”
