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But he’s right. The wound no longer bleeds at all, and though it heals slowly, it is healing.
He needs to feed. And one way or another, it’s going to be from me.
“Fine.” I force him in the shower to get all the dirt and grime off of him. He doesn’t make a sound as I help wash him, uncaring as the water saturates the lace and silk covering me.
He watches me from heavy-lidded eyes as I rub the bar of soap carefully over the wound, his massive arms, and the swell of his chest. “I like that color on you,” he says, voice low, deep.
My nipples peak under the wet material, and I know he can see it. The navy blue lingerie is little more than an old sleeping gown that I cut higher with Raina’s shears, but his expression makes the effort worth it. I blush.
“Hush and let me clean you.”
He goes quiet again, and I work a lather in my hands before washing the hard muscle of his back and those oak-tree thighs of his. When I turn him back around to rinse off, his length rests solidly against his stomach, the tip beading under the hot water.
My mouth goes dry, and then pools with the need to taste him.
His eyes are vast as I look up, bottomless. I wrap my hand around him and stroke.
He hisses. “Fuck, baby girl.”
It’s the only permission I need.
I shut the water off and tug him out of the shower. His body glistens in the lights on the wall, and I drop to my knees on the plush rug.
My mouth closes over the cherry-red tip and he groans above me. He tastes like he smells. Spicy heat in a rock-hard package. Long fingers roam through my hair, diving deep into the strands to gently press me farther down. I swallow him back, one rigid inch at a time.
When I can take no more, he holds me there, forcing me to learn to breathe with him so far down. I try to ease back. He continues holding me in place, hips arched. My heart slams in my ears.
He chuckles and lets up. “I like a little fear, baby girl. I won’t hurt you, so trust me to know when you’ve had enough. “
My eyes roll from the ridges on his stomach to the chiseled lines of his jaw before locking deep into those brilliant gold eyes. I lick the underside of him like an ice cream, and he trembles.
“And I like you above me.”
His eyes turn molten. “Baby girl, anytime you want me like this, I am only too happy to oblige. That fucking little mouth of yours was made to be wrapped around me.”
That rumbling sound pours from me again, but it is lower now. Less angry and a lot more needy.
I dive back over his body, using my hand to help work his impressive length. He stumbles a bit and catches himself on the counter as his hips buck to meet every downward stroke of my ferocity. My hunger.
He pants above me, thighs flexing and his body bowing in half, as I swirl my hand around the heated marble of his body to suckle him. My tongue caresses him in teasing passes. His hands find their way into my hair, and he hauls me up. “Holy fuck.”
His eyes are wild, spinning from blacker than night to gold and back. All that tenuous control is absent. One hand balls in my gown and he rips it down the middle. Steamy air touches my flushed skin. His fingers flow down my body to my apex.
He slips two digits into my weeping heat, and I almost purr. “Yes, Ruin.”
The sound that leaves him is not human. Somewhere between a growl and a roar, it flows through me in a wave of need. He hefts me onto the bathroom counter with a quick sweep of his arm to clear the space. The first aid kit flies against the far wall.
He lifts my legs, spreads me wide, and slams into my center with one push.
My back arches and my hands scramble to hold on as he plows into me with a force that I don’t expect. That he hasn’t used before. It takes seconds, seconds of his scent, his sounds, and his glorious body in mine before the first orgasm begins to ripple through me.
I clamp my legs around his waist, holding him to me as I quake and rock with him.
His fangs drop and still he keeps going. He drives into me over and over, back flexing and a fine coat of sweat mixing with the water of the shower. But his eyes are not on mine. They are locked onto the thudding beat of my heart.
I claw at his ass, digging my nails into those pumping swells as I offer him my breasts and neck. “Bite me, Ruin.” His spicy scent fills the air. “Bite me.”
That devilish tongue flows over his fangs in the hottest motion I have ever seen a male make. My body begins to ripple again.
