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He shivers. “And I want it,” he whispers. “I can taste you, Lilah. You’re on my tongue and in my head. I can’t fucking function past wanting to–”
“Fuck me?” I ask. “Bleed me?”
His eyes fly wide, color rising into his face. “What I want from you is more than a casual fuck.” There is a starkness to his words that makes me inhale. “I want to be in you so far, you can never get me out. I want my scent all over you and my blood in your veins and yours in mine. I want to fuckingownyou, woman. Lock, stock, and fucking barrel.Mine.”
Holy shit.
He wants me. As much as I want him.
A thrill goes through my body, deep, deep down.
Ownis never a word that I expected to hear in such a gravelly, hard tone, with such a profound meaning. Nor did I ever expect my body to react to it with such an ache. But the way he says it is different. Like the sword cuts both ways and he would beminejust as much as I would be his.
“No one owns me, Ruin. No one butme.“ My voice is surprisingly firm, but calm.
He leans down further, curling his body around mine. His heat leaves me arching up, trying to press against him. His head dips down and those silken lips caress over my bare shoulder. It’s all the permission I need as my hands lock around him, trying to hold him to me and keep him there.
“Really?” he murmurs against my skin. “No one?”
My throat works as I attempt to swallow past my raging pulse. He nips me gently, playfully. My thighs clench on a wave of heat. “No one,” I pant.
A low rumble pours from him. His hands find my ass, sliding me up the wall. My face reaches level with his and he squeezes hard. I whimper in his hold. My ankles lock around his hips, pressing us together on instinct as the small pain turns to something more.
He’s like marble against me, solid and heating rapidly. His mouth works over my skin, trailing with teasing strokes from my shoulder to my neck. I grab his hair. He growls and it goes through me like a tuning fork.
“Ruin.”
His lips close over mine, silencing the sound of his name. I moan into that press. Revel in it. He swipes his tongue over my bottom lip and I open, letting him devour me with a passion that blasts away every tryst I’ve ever had in my shorter life.
One hand flows across my ribs to rub his thumb just along the underside of my breast. My spine bows, needing him higher. Closer, closer ...
He grips my thigh, and his hand slides up, kneading and stroking my ass again and again until I arch and squirm against him.
The rigid length of his body makes my eyes flutter as it ghosts over me through the denim between us.
God.
“Fuck, Lilah,” he hisses. His hips grind into me.
I bite his lower lip as the pressure of his body sends little arcs of pleasure through me. “Ruin ...” I plead, core aching. I’m damn near weeping for him. Begging him to take.
Never mind that I just got dressed. Or that I have to be at work in thirty minutes. I want this. Hell, I want him.
Now.
The door opens loudly. “Hey guys. We need to–”
Ruin drops me to my feet as my face flames. His big body steps in front of mine, shielding me as I pull down my shirt.
Tanner stands in the doorway, gaze averted and rubbing the back of his neck. “Fuck. Sorry,” he mutters and walks back out.
The door closes and I stare at it.
Blood pools between my thighs until my teeth grit with the ache. One I desperately want this vampire to relieve. Right now.
Ruin shifts and adjusts the front of his jeans. He inhales shakily next to me and blows out a long breath before some of the tension leaves his frame. “Finish getting ready. I’m just outside.” He peers down at me once before following his friend from the room.
I lean against the wall, chest heaving. My palm presses over the erratic beat of my heart as my lips tingle, and my body bemoans the loss of his heat.
