Page 51 of The Ruin
With that, I thrust into her so deep and hard that we both go still with the full-body shock of our connection, catching our breath and holding tight to each other. I start moving inside her, keeping the pace gentle, but Brooklyn whispers, “Wait.”
I go still and her hands slide up my back and then through my hair before she grips it to hold me even tighter against her, every inch of our bodies lined up.
“Okay, I’m ready,” she says in my ear. “Fuck me, Mr. Zoric.”
“I feel like your filthy boss when you call me that,” I say with a laugh.
“As long as you feel filthy, you can be whatever you want,” she says.
Still fully inside her, I ease back so I can look her in the eye. “Whatever I want?”
“Yep. What do you want to be?”
“Just the man who loves you,” I say, keeping my voice steady so she knows I mean it.
Her eyes widen. Even I feel a little stunned at the confession that just escaped my lips. A series of emotions play on her face as she processes what I’ve just said. She touches my cheek softly, and I swear that one connection between us almost breaks me.
“You love me?” she whispers.
I’ve never said the “L” word to her before. In fact, I can’t recall one single time I’ve said it to anyone I’ve been with. But with Brooklyn, I don’t even need to think about it. It just is.
“I do,” I tell her simply. “I love you.”
She narrows her eyes. “You’re sure it’s not just the polite Canadian air making you say that?”
I kiss her softly, a smile curving my lips. “I’m positive.”
Her arms wrap around my neck as she hugs me even tighter. “I love you too, Luka.”
My chest feels light as air. Without breaking our connection, I roll her on top of me and brush the hair back from her face, drawing my hand down to squeeze her breast. She leans back and widens her knees, giving me a full view of her sliding her wet pink pussy up and down my cock. I pull in a hard breath and grip her hips as she starts to ride me, taking me hard and fast.
We’re both moaning, hurtling toward orgasm, cursing softly as we fuckour hearts out.
God, I love this. I love that we have this, that she’s so free to give me her body. Brooklyn leans over to kiss me like we’ve got all the time in the world, groaning into my mouth as she bounces up and down my cock, completely soaked and slick. I slide a hand between her legs and stroke her clit as we grind together. Her breaths come faster and harder as her pussy clenches tighter around me. She moves at an even more frantic pace, panting against my neck as she grips my shoulders for leverage.
“I’m coming,” she’s saying. “Come with me, Luka. Come inside me.”
For some reason, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Her eyes are glazed over when she looks at me, and I watch the ecstasy play across her face as I feel the hard contractions of her orgasm squeezing my cock. Fueled by her climax and her moans, I flip her so I’m on top and drive back into her.
She holds my hands as I begin to swell and harden inside her.
“I love you,” she tells me, pushing me to the most intense edge I’ve ever experienced.
“I love you.” I’m not sure if I say the words or think them, but suddenly I’m lost in an all-consuming wave of pleasure, everything I think and feel and am just pouring into her. I have no idea when I come down from it.
I’m lying with her in my arms, stroking her hair, when there’s a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?” Brooklyn murmurs.
Glancing at the clock, I remember that I’d arranged for a midnight dessert delivery from room service. I slip out of bed and throw a robe on, then go crack the door. There’s a staff member in the hallway standing beside a cart loaded with a silver domed tray, a small floral arrangement, two goblets of ice water, and a bottle of the best red wine they had on the menu. I give him a nod, sign the receipt without looking at it, and then bring the cart into the bedroom. Brooklyn sits up in all her naked glory and pulls her hair over one shoulder.
“Surprise for Mrs. Zoric,” I tell her by way of explanation.
“This is a good surprise,” she says.
I pull the curtains open wider so we can see the soft glow of the snow-topped mountains, and then get back into bed with a fat slice of chocolate cake and a glass of the wine.
I feed her a bite of the cake. It’s five layers of Belgian chocolate cake with alternating dark and white chocolate ganache filling, a delicate raspberry glaze over the top. She takes her time, savoring it, then takes the fork and feeds me a piece. This continues until the cake is gone and she’s purring over the last bite. There’s some chocolate on her lower lip. I pull her in for a slow kiss, and then we share the wine.
