Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
LIAM
I don’t move my fingers from inside Ruby. Curling them, I make come-hither motions as I press my palm against her clit. The moment my skin touches her sensitive nub, she lets out a hiss.
Her fingers tighten around my bicep, her nails digging into my skin from above my shirt.
I hope they leave marks on my skin. I would gladly wear any mark Ruby gives me.
Her hips begin to move, her body searching for release.
I can feel her pussy flutter around my fingers as she jerks, bucks, and rolls her hips.
She climbs higher and higher. She’s so fucking close.
I can feel it.
The little noises she makes are about to send me over the edge. Then it happens. She comes. Her pussy clamps down around my fingers, trying to keep me in place. Ruby gasps, her head falls back, and she thrusts her hips forward, the rest of her body frozen as she comes.
I let her savor the moment, but not for too long, mainly because I’m about to come in my pants and I’m pretty sure it would feel a hell of a lot better to at least be inside her body when I do actually find my release.
Slipping my fingers from between her thighs, I watch as she lifts her head, her breathing coming out in pants as her gaze connects to my own. Her lips are parted, and I lift my hand between us, then use my wet fingers to paint her puffy, gorgeous lips.
Her breath comes out in an exhale, her eyes widening as I do that, then I slip my fingers into her mouth. Wordlessly, she wraps her lips around my fingers, sucking the wetness from my digits.
My lips curl up into a smile as I slide my fingers from her mouth. Reaching between us, I grab hold of the hem of her skirt again and gently lift her dress up her body, exposing her bra and panties.
Once the dress is gone and I’ve tossed it somewhere on the floor, I feel her hands at my belt. And then it’s on. We begin pulling and tugging on one another’s clothes, kissing, biting, and licking one another. We are feral, and it’s amazing.
When we’re both naked, breathing heavily, and my balls ache, I pick her up and lay her down on the bed. Hovering over her body, I brace my forearms against the mattress on either side of her head.
I’m transfixed by her, our gazes connected to one another. My cock aches to be inside her, and I want nothing more, but at the same time, I need to regain my control. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I let my exhale out slowly as I shift my body and align myself with her entrance.
Then she shifts her hips, and I feel her legs wrap around my waist. I’m fucking done. Sinking inside her, closing my eyes when I’m fully seated. Tight, warm, wet—perfect. That’s what being inside her feels like.
But it’s more than that.
It’s also comforting.
This is safe, home, fate.
And I also realize that this is trouble, because I already want more—I want everything.