Page 78 of Unlocking Ruin

“Say the rest of my name, and I’ll do something you’ll really love.”

“Fen, Steffen,” I shout. “Steffen, what is… oh!” He presses his thumb to my clit and starts swiping it back and forth. I buck my hips against his hand.

My gaze travels down my body as I observe his hand’s actions. I let out a gasp. “Please, Steffen, yes! Yes, right there.” I come shouting his name. The feeling is so strong that it brings tears to my eyes.

My eyes snap open with the onset of a new feeling. His tongue licks the valley between my breasts.

“This body.” He smirks with pride as he slides my panties back in place.

He pulls his fingers out of me and flips me, hiking my hips into the air. My cheek rests on the mattress. His lips kiss my lace-covered rear.

“Look how perfect you are, Rylan. Why does that make you shy? You are perfect. You are beautiful, and I want you to be mine. I’m going to show you just how badly I want you.” He grabs my hips, pressing me against his hardness; he tattoos my back with kisses, marking me with his lips so deep I will always feel him up and down my spine. No man has ever done this before.

A sting erupts over my ass as he playfully smacks it, but then he covers the area with his lips, kissing it. “I want to try something,” he says, his voice so husky I look back at him.

He slides my pants down, taking his time to admire me. Then he sucks his finger into his mouth, wetting it, his eyes staring into mine as he slides it inside my sex.

“Steffen,” I moan, closing my eyes.

“Watch me,” he commands, his single finger moving in and out slowly. Another sting as he spanks me gently, my muscles tightening around his finger.

“That’s my girl,” he grins darkly. “You are throbbing. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Why did that feel so good?” I say, overcome with pleasure.

“Because you stopped caring if this was wrong. You surrendered. You know we are right for each other,” he tells me. He leans over me, covering my back with his heat. “Taste this and tell me it doesn’t taste like heaven,” he says, as he brings his finger to my mouth.

I part my lips and suck, tasting myself. My tongue circles his fingertip. “Let me taste you,” I say, but he shakes his head.

He reaches for me, turning me. My spine, now wrapped in his kisses, presses into the mattress. My hands glide down his lower stomach, reaching his boxers. I free him of them. My eyes focus on his hard length.

“Seeing you look at me like this, licking your lips for me,” he leans down, his biceps bulging as he crawls over me. “Being wanted by you is the ultimate turn-on,” he mutters.

Hearing that, realizing I have this power over him, makes something snap inside me. I feel like a queen—bold, sexy, unstoppable. I want to ruin him for anyone else. I swirl my fingers through my wetness and paint it over his erection.

His mouth falls open, a primal growl escaping. “You marking me, Little Thief?”

I bite my lip and nod. “Condom?”

“I’m clean.”

“I have the shot,” I tell him. I guide him to me and begin to nudge him inside. I’ve never had sex without a condom, but unlike other guys, I trust him.

He descends, a thunderous storm of desire looming above me. “You marked me. That means I’m yours now; you own me,” he says as he pushes into me. Even though I’m wet, I can still feel the burn of the stretch. “We take care of each other now, Rylan,” he teases as he slides deeper.

I arch, shifting my hips, trying to make more space for him.

He cradles his hand in the crook of my neck. “Rylan,” he says, speaking my name like it’s a refuge. I shift, taking control.

“Steffen,” I gulp, as I keep sliding my hips up, feeling him stretch and fill me. I push and sink my nails into his shoulders until he is seated.

“Is that good enough care for you, Steffen?” I smirk as I try to adjust to the new sensation.

His laugh heats my neck. “I have years of abstinence to make up for. This is going to be a long night, Rylan.” He raises himself to meet my gaze. “Are you ready?”

Nodding, I bite my lip.

He slides out of me so slowly. It feels so good, like scratching an itch you can finally reach. As I moan, my head sways.