Page 94 of Ruthless Sin

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I keep my mouth on her until the shuddering stops.

When I lift my head, I look at her face.

She’s wrecked open.

Her hand is fisted in the sheet. Her chest is moving fast, the chain at her throat rising and falling with each breath, and her face is wet. The tears are quiet. She’s not performing anything for me. She’s just here, open, her eyes unfocused on the ceiling.

I’m still hard. I leave it alone.

I move up the bed and lie down beside her. I leave space between us. I bring my hand to her face and wipe the tears away with my thumb.

“Mila.”

She opens her eyes.

She looks at me.

“You’re beautiful,” I say. “And you just let me see you. Thank you.”

More tears slide down.

I wipe them away.

She doesn’t say anything.

I bring my hand to her back. I pull her gently against my chest.

Her face goes into my shoulder. My right arm goes around her. My left hand settles between her shoulder blades.

We stay.

We lie like that.

A long time.

Her breath evens. Then it slows. Then it goes long.

Her hand reaches for my belt before she’s fully asleep.

I catch the hand.

I bring it to my chest. Press it flat against my shirt over my heart.

“Net.”

No.

Her eyes open slightly.

She looks confused.

“Ne segodnya. Eto bylo dlya tebya.”

Not tonight. This was for you.

“But—”

“Not tonight.”

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