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I feast at her, taking my time to learn every little nuance that she responds to. Soon, she grows near frantic, grinding against my face. My fangs nick her skin and salty blood mixes with her flavor. Every inch of my body tightens.
Fucking Hells.
Her blood is like electricity over my tongue, sparking a thirst that makes my vision darken. The pain in my fangs and jaws is excruciating. Hard to breathe past.
Her heels dig into my shoulders, hips rocking up to me. I jerk inside my jeans, the sensation bordering on torture. But it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt as it forces the hunger elsewhere. I press my thumb to her little pearl and swirl softly. Her inner muscles start clenching around my tongue and those full thighs tremble around me.
She bows in half, her cries echoing in my ears and off the walls.
My head swims at the wash from her release; lilac nectar soaks my chin and mouth.
Goddess yes.
Lapping up every damn drop, she screams again and again. Her nails turn into ten pinpricks of delicious pain in my scalp. Shaking in earnest, she pushes at me.
“Ruin. God. No more. Please.”
I pull away with another gentle swipe.
She quakes and her eyes flutter. My lips tug, but I’m not done with her yet.
Taking my shirt off, I wipe my mouth. “You still with me, beautiful?” I caress her face.
Her moan is like velvet around my length. But I hesitate, giving her a second to breathe. To find a touch of coherency.
“I’m okay.” Her fingers scramble over my thigh to lock in the loop of my jeans. “Take them off, Ruin.”
My lips part.
She peers at me from under those long fucking lashes. The fire in her gaze is more aboutwhoshe is thanwhat. “I know you didn’t think that was it? I want you inside me. Now.”
I crow at the bold command and shuck the denim as fast as I can. She watches me in part amusement and part hot need.
My length rests against my stomach, heavy and so hard it hurts. Palming it, I stroke my hand up and down, and she makes a noise deep in her throat.
I smirk. “You can take it. Promise.”
Her eyes dart as I climb up between her wet legs. I knead them in my hands, massaging even as I spread them wider.
“You’re a damn rainmaker, baby girl. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. But I want you to soak me too. Can you do it again?”
She flushes. “Umm ...”
I stroke my hands up her legs to grip her full waist. Her legs wind around me on instinct, pressing her slick center over me.
Fuck, she’s hot.
My hips buck, rubbing over the pearl at her apex. She moans, and more nectar coats me.
“Oh yeah. You can do it again,” I rumble. Grasping my length, I ease into her scalding opening.
She still pulses in time to her erratic heartbeat, like little kisses over my sensitive tip. But tight. Too damn tight. I pant, trying to be gentle, patient, despite the fire building in my groin.
I slide deeper through her folds, stopping long before I reach the end. I pull back. She arches, trying to keep me in her. And my body tries to draw up from even that small sensation.
My teeth grind. “Damn, woman. Give me a minute.”
She flushes, eyes almost feverish. “Please, Ruin.”
