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I ease down on the disheveled bed, and she scoots back to give me room. My eyes track over her; the gold light from my irises throws every inch of her body in a honey glow. “Either way, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Her head bobs as she swallows hard.
I take in every curve along her barely covered, tan frame. In my midnight sheets, her coloring is softer. Paler. But no less flawless. “What were you dreaming?”
Her little teeth bite into her lush bottom lip. The same one I can still feel under mine. “I don’t ... I mean— Nothing.”
My eyes dip to my sheet in her lap and how it clings to her skin. “Liar.”
Heat colors her face. “Do you want something?”
I tremble. “Oh yeah. We never ate. And now I want dessert for dinner.” Every inch of me wants to seat myself to the hilt. Even with the bandages on her slim neck still so dark. I want to erase that memory from her mind, to replace it with my fangs and my body filling hers. But I will settle for her taste on my tongue.
Her nipples tighten through the fabric, drawing my eyes like lasers. She makes a sound, part need, part surprise. The lovely beat of her heart skips in my ears before it races anew, thrumming under her skin. “What?”
I pull gently on the sheet, exposing her body for my hungry eyes. “I want my dessert.” My fingers flow up her calf. Every inch of her skin is warm and so soft. Her thighs are slick. Wet. I play my fingertips over the damp expanse.
Then, with my eyes locked in hers, I suck every drop from each digit before trailing my hand across her apex and those silky folds. She bucks.
My hand grips her full thigh, digging deep into her skin. “Easy.”
She quiets bit by bit, watching me with an innocence and trust that fucks with my insides. With my calm.
Slipping my fingers along her opening, I tease her until more of her nectar coats her skin. And it does. Gleaming and making me ache with how ready she is. I slide one digit deep into her wet, silken body and ease it back out tortuously slow. My jaw flexes at how hot she is.
Holy fuck.
She scrambles to hold onto something.
“Do you like that, beautiful?” She whimpers as I whisper to her. “You would feel so damn good around me. So soft. So wet.”
Her sapphire eyes fly wide, and I swear there are flames in their depths. “Ruin.”
My name from her lips is near my undoing.
I pull my hand free and ease further on the bed. “Lilah, I need to taste you.”
She watches me, gaze so stark, I start to unravel. Her head inclines in one dip.
It’s the last straw of my tenuous control. Not that there was much left anyway when it comes to her.
I climb up next to her and kiss her full mouth. She parts easily at a swipe of my tongue. I devour her with lips and teeth, memorizing everything that draws a response and discarding what doesn’t. She rises up, arms winding around my neck with the same fervor from the club. The alcove. From her room. Fire scorches my gut like lava.
She’s wanted this all along. Wanted me.
The slim line of her neck is glorious. Her scent is intoxicating and the thrum of her heartbeat is musical this close to her pulse. Heady. My fangs press into my mouth.
Forcing that hunger as far down as it can go, I nip playfully before moving on. My lips trail over the silk of her skin and I nibble along her collarbone. She shifts restlessly beside me, pulling at my shirt. Demanding.
Her breasts are full, little pert nipples peaked from desire. Palming the heavy globes, I squeeze gently, massaging them. My head lowers to lick one bud in a small tease. She cries out.
I suck it between my teeth and pull before turning to the other side. I want her as needy as I am. As restless. She tosses her head, hand winding over the base of my skull and scratching in my flesh. I nuzzle her skin, inhaling her fragrance and listening to the sounds she makes. It’s like being lost in her. Like the world disappears and there is only Lilah.
Grabbing her hips, I ease her legs open and slip between her thighs. She’s darker now, swollen from the need coating her skin. But smoother than a baby’s bottom and wide open and ready for me. My mouth waters.
Burying my face into her fucking drenched heat, I lick up in one long line. Her flavor explodes on my tongue, and I suck on her little pearl. She screams, hands fisting in my hair over and over. I growl in encouragement.
“God, Ruin!” Her shout makes my hips buck into the mattress.
