Chapter 16 Too Awake For Someone So Ruined
TOO AWAKE FOR SOMEONE SO RUINED
RUBY
Ishould be exhausted.
I should be sated from two mind-bending orgasms. But the way he speaks, the way his fingers move over my asshole, the way the vibrator hums against my most intimate place…it all stokes the fire inside me higher.
My breath comes in short, sharp gasps as his feral gaze darts all over me. “Tell me you understand,” he growls, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Tell me you know what this means.”
I swallow hard, my body trembling with the effort to form words. My voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat “I—I understand,” I stammer. “You’re marking me. Claiming me.”
“Damn right I am.” One finger thrusts into my ass, at the same time as the vibrator in my pussy buzzes harder.
I screech, my body overstimulated but hellbent on dragging another orgasm out of me. My vision blurs and my muscles lock tight around his invasion…but at the last moment, he flips the remote and I’m left hovering on the edge.
“Z-Zane?”
“Shh, let me take care of you,” he croons, his thumb circling my clit with relentless precision. “Let me make it good for you.”
“Fuck, any better and I’ll die.”
“You won’t. You’ll come close. You’ll fly, but you won’t die.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, rolls his tongue over it and I shudder and jerk like a broken toy.
Then he adds a second finger. Pumps them slowly in and out of my ass. “Fuck, you look so good, baby. Come here, watch.”
I struggle to prop myself back on my elbows, drag my eyes open and the sight of Zane’s fingers moving in and out of my backside is so dirty, so mind-blowing, I moan. With his eyes on mine, he rolls his tongue over my clit again.
“Zane, I’m…I’m coming,” I whisper urgently.
He shakes his head. “Save the third one for when I’m in your ass, baby.”
“I…I…” He scissors his fingers just then, and the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain. “Argh!”
He repeats the motions, once, twice, then he surges to his feet. His cock is leaking and my mouth waters with the rabid need to lick it. But I know he won’t let me and sure enough he distracts me by turning the vibrator up another notch.
“Oh God, please Zane. Please!”
His movements grow a little frantic…jerky as he reaches for the lube and smears it all over his cock. And with a sexy display of physical prowess, he flips me over, arranges me on my knees, ass up, head down.
Spread obscenely wide.
He leans in close with his chest pressed against my back. His free hand tangles in my hair, pulling just enough to make my scalp tingle. “Time to take my cock in your ass like a good girl.”
At the first brush of his crown on my puckered hole, I whimper.
I turn my head to look at him. “Zane, I think…it’s too big—I can’t,” I whisper hoarsely, unashamed that I’m begging.
That I’m throwing in the towel at the start line.
His lips brush my temple in a kiss that’s almost tender.
Almost.
His next words tell me there’s no mercy for me.
“You can,” he says, his voice firm. “And you will.” His hand slides between my legs again, his fingers slick with my arousal. “Because you’re mine, Ruby. And I’m not letting you go until you’re so full of me, so marked by me, that there’s no doubt left in that pretty head of yours.”
I shiver at his words, my body responding despite my apprehension.
His fingers tease my entrance, then he presses down on the vibrator still wedged inside me. And as convulsions unravel through me, Zane surges forward, impaling my ass with his massive head.
I scream.
My eyes water with the ferocious burn. His hands clench in my hair and on my hip to hold me still as I shake and shake and shake.
“You’re doing good, sweetheart. So good. Now, relax,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Let me in.”
I take a deep breath and coax my body to obey as the vibrator buzzes, sending jolts of pleasure through me. Just as his cock breaches my ass again, steady and unrelenting.
He slides in deeper this time.
To my eternal surprise, my body moves, rocking back against his steel pipe.
Zane chuckles darkly. “That’s it,” he grunts with satisfaction, his voice thick with approval. “Take it for me, baby. Take all of me.”
His fingers leave my hair to grip my waist. And then Zane drags me on and off his cock, stretching me, filling me, driving me higher and higher. My breath pants in short, sharp gasps, my body trembling with the effort to take him deeper.
The experience is alien and intense. But with every second he thrusts in and out of me, a different kind of pleasure steals over me.
My moans grow louder, my fingers clenching in the sheets. I meet his thrusts and sob when he invades me deeper.
“There she is. My little cock slut. You love it already, don’t you? Having this tight little ass fucked.”
“Hmm…God…yes,” I confess brokenly. Because I do.
“Gonna gape you so good. Spit all over it. Mark you inside and out.”
The litany of filthy words drives me straight to the edge.
“Come, baby girl,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you clench around my cock. I want to hear you scream my name.”
That’s all I need. I splinter into a thousand pieces. My body convulses, my muscles locking tight around his cock and the vibrator as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. The convulsions send him wild.
Zane groans, his hand locking on tight enough to leave bruises.
“Fuck, Ruby.” His voice is strained to near incoherence as his cock pulses in my ass, filling me with his seed. “You’re so fucking perfect. Every dream I didn’t know to want.”
I’m blind and deaf and dumb when we collapse into bed afterward, skin flushed, lungs shaky, nerves jangling in that Zane Draven way that leaves me wondering whether I’m going to sob, scream, or sleep for eight hours without moving.
Spoiler…it’s sleep…after he carries me to the shower and washes me from head to toe once more.
Or rather, it should be sleep.
I’m drifting, eyelids heavy, muscles softening into the mattress when I hear it… a rustling sound, faint but purposeful.
Zippers moving and something clinking. I raise my head off the pillow and look around.
It’s Zane…in the bathroom.
No biggie. I try to settle but something in my stomach tightens, sharp and uneasy, and once that sensation takes root, there’s no chance I’m drifting back to sleep.
So I slip out of bed, padding quietly to the doorway.
He’s crouched over my open vanity bag.
My pulse jumps and when I speak my voice comes out steady, miracle of the century. “What are you doing?”
He straightens, turns and holds up a pair of tweezers between two fingers. “Looking for these. I’ve got a demon splinter driving me insane.”
The knot in my stomach loosens so abruptly I sway. “Jesus, Zane,” I exhale. “Want me to help?”
He crosses to me in two strides, kisses me hard, deliberate and greedy in that way he always is when he wants me close but wants one tiny inch of control more.
“Thanks, baby. I’ve got it. Go back to bed.”
I nod and retreat to the bedroom, happy that my heart has stopped trying to batter its way out of my chest.
Everything feels normal again.
Well…Zane-normal, which isn’t normal at all, but it’s the version I’ve learned to decode.
I crawl under the sheets and close my eyes.
Sleep pulls me quickly this time. But not before one last thought drifts through my mind.
I really hope splinters are the only demons I need to worry about tonight.