Page 101 of Scarred Ruin

I chose to stay, merely backing away by a couple of feet while fingering the jewels. He stepped inside as if he belonged in my apartment. Or as if a man once again laying claim to what he deemed his.

His to taste and taunt.

His to fuck.

The intensity of his stare was almost tangible. The burning hunger in his eyes washed over me like physical heat, making it suddenly hard to breathe or think about anything else.

“Isabel.” The single word was dark and as unforgiving as the man and when he closed and locked the door behind him, I sensed a finality to the dance we’d been doing for weeks. There was no chance he’d ever let me go again and in truth, I didn’t want him to.

The fire burning between us was hot and insatiable, a firestorm of want and need that transcended whatever rational thought I might have left.

As usual, his rugged scent was intoxicating, creating a wave of need that sent a wild pulse straight into my pussy. He smelled the way a forest feels right after a storm. Rich, damp earth, crushed pine needles, and something electric in the air. So raw that a part of me wanted to do nothing more than breathe him in.

But there was unfinished business between us.

He shook his head while his gaze fell very slowly down the outfit chosen for our reacquaintance, the silk robe loosely tied while wearing nothing underneath.

I knew he’d come, that he’d drop everything to come to my house based on my invitation. One that he couldn’t refuse.

As I continued fingering the necklace, I could almost see the wheels churning in his mind and certainly knew by his heavy breathing what he hungered for.

With the man, there was never any advance warning about what he’d do, but I sensed by the tightness of his lips what he had in mind.

He advanced and I took a step backwards until I hit the wall. The way he crowded my space was exciting, keeping my pussy aching for his touch and his lips feasting on my wetness.

When he wrapped his hand around my throat, stretching my neck, it was all I could to do keep from begging him to fuck me. But he took his time, using a single finger to open the robe, exposing his prize underneath.

Another slow shake of his head and I could tell he’d been missing my touch as much as I’d missed him. I tugged on his shirt until I was able to slide my hand underneath. As I’d experienced before, my entire body was quivering, the heat of his skin searing my fingertips.

With his chest rising and falling, he took the time to roll his index finger along the edge of the necklace to the oversized jewel hanging just above the swell of my breasts. The way he trailed his actions with his eyes kept chills coursing down my spine.

I could swear he was debating how to punish me for daring to deny him his prize. But instead of discipline, he was more interested in exploring, dragging his finger between my breasts, taking his time and lowering his hand along my stomach. Even encircling my belly button.

All while I continued to shiver.

He lifted his gaze only once while cocking his head and I’d never seen such intensity in his eyes. There was such an incredible level of desire between us that I couldn’t express the way I felt about him.

As if I’d been lost and he’d found me. Maybe that would sound crazy to anyone who experienced the crazed electricity between us, but I just didn’t care.

I dared slip my hand to his belt, tugging on the strap, but instantly he slapped my hand away.

When I repeated the action, he yanked my arm over my head, his expression discipline enough. Yet he wasn’t satisfied, yanking my other arm over my head as well. I didn’t need his command to know I wasn’t supposed to move.

His chest heaved as he continued his exploration, his fingertip running from one side of my pelvis to the other before he slipped his finger between my swollen folds. There was no hesitation as he plunged it inside, pumping several times.

Did he not understand how difficult it was to obey him? This was a test that I knew I was destined to fail. His upper lip curled in a way that screamed he was well aware he had full control over me.

When he finally pulled his hand free, he drove his finger past my lips until finally there was a spark of light in his heated gaze. He watched me while I sucked on his finger, which was nothing more than requiring my full surrender.

In truth, I was happy to give it to him.

Yet when I shifted, he reminded me he was very much in charge by tightening his hold on my throat. He pulled his finger free, tracing my lips. Every action was deliberate, never blinking as he moved his hand to his belt.

I wasn’t allowed to touch, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the view. If it was possible, he was even more handsome than before. I could sense his frustration when he yanked down his jeans and as usual, my breathing was clipped, not nearly enough air to fill my lungs.

His cock was throbbing, the veins on both sides pulsing much like the thick cord on the side of his neck. With the light streaming through my living room window, I was able to see every line on his face, every subtle expression as it changed.

He was such a dominating force, his darkness accenting his power and prowess. My pulse was skipping beats as he eased the tip of his cock between my legs. With that, he hoisted me into the air, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips.