Page 215 of Chasing Ruin
A shuddering wave rips through her as she comes—a sob caught somewhere between release and absolute need.
She lets go then—breathless, overwhelmed. Her body collapsing against mine, settling her weight on me fully.
But I don’t stop. I coax every last maddening shiver from her body, my tongue flicking her nub in soft strokes. A moan tears from her throat as she desperately tries to move her body away from my hungry mouth, but I don’t let her—holding her steady.
She looks spent, her whole frame trembling when I slowly pull her down my body, capturing her mouth in a deep, searching kiss.
Our tastes mingle on our tongues. My hands frantically pulling her closer, not wanting a single molecule of space between us.
Then I shift our position so I’m on my side, right behind her. Propping her leg on my arm.
She looks over her shoulder, seeking my mouth again. And I pull her into a languid kiss, as I line myself at her entrance. Slowly pushing in as she moans in my mouth.
Her legs start shaking, her toes curling as I thrust in and out of her. My pace increasing. I slide my hand down her body, grazing every inch of her until my fingers reach her clit, rubbing circles on it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Theo… oh God! Harder, baby!” she screams.
That’s it. That’s all it takes. My name on her lips that I’ll never tire of.
I knew I was as close as she was. But when her second climax hits, her whole body clenching, my rhythm falters. My thrusts growing frantic.
“God, Charlotte!” And I spill into her with a groan. My mouth burrowing in her neck. My chest heaving against her back when I feel her hand gently massaging the back of my head.
We lie there afterwards, breathless and tangled. My hand lazily strokes her back as she rests against my chest, her leg on my thigh.
A quiet chuckle escapes me as I watch her. That soft, sated smile on her lips—lazy, glowing. The morning sun spills through the curtains, painting her in gold, and for a second, I just stare.
This right here is everything I didn’t know I was allowed to have.
Our home. Not just mine—ours.
I hadn’t touched half the rooms until she agreed to move into my club property. Didn’t see the point. It was just walls before her. Empty space. Now, every corner carries her. Her scent. Her laugh. Her chaos.
Her.
“Not that I’m not grateful, baby,” I murmur, pulling her closer, my hand sliding over her back. “But what brought this on today? You’re not usually this… raunchy.”
She tilts her head, eyes dancing. “Raunchy?”
I huff a laugh. “Uh… insatiable?”
She snorts. “Well, get used to it, I guess. It’ll get worse in the coming months.”
I frown. “What?”
She just… boops my nose.
My confusion deepens. “C’mon, baby. What is it? What do you mean?”
“Theo,” she says, like that explains anything.
“What, my love?”
“Theo,” she repeats, smacking my chest.
I blink at her and mimic her tone. “Charlotte.”
She narrows her eyes, then props herself up on her elbow, expression going flat. “Ruin.”
