Page 93 of Ruthless Sin
My cock throbs. I want to be inside her so badly I can barely think.
Not tonight.
I curl my fingers and find the spot that makes her hips lift off the mattress.
She makes the sound.
Her hand comes back to her mouth.
I stop and lift my head.
“Ruka.”
The hand.
She doesn’t lower it.
I bring my free hand to her wrist. Gentle.
I pull back enough to look at her face.
“Mila. Khochu slyshat’. Khochu videt’ tebya. Pozhaluysta.”
Mila. I want to hear. I want to see you. Please.
She looks at me.
Her eyes are still wet.
“I want to hear you,” I say. “I want to hear every sound you make. Please don’t hide from me.”
She closes her eyes.
She lowers her hand.
She sets it on the bed beside her.
“Good girl,” I say quietly.
I put my mouth back on her clit.
I push my fingers back inside her.
I curl them. I find the spot again.
I don’t stop.
The orgasm is sharp.
Her throat opens before she can catch it.
She makes a noise I have never heard from her body.
Her hips lift. Her hand starts to go back to her mouth and then stops mid-air. It stays there, fist loose, not covering anything.
She comes.
Her body clenches around my fingers. The sound she makes is raw and broken and beautiful.
