Page 115 of His Ruin
There’ssomethingwarmmovingbeneath me. I’m weighed down with drowsiness, my dream coming to me in broken fragments that replay over and over again. Kaden’s cock in my mouth, the blurred vision of me straddling him as he grinded me down onto his length, and the intense orgasm that followed, had me on the verge of insanity.
I hate to admit it, but I’ve dreamed of him before. It’s a lingering side effect of our once close connection—the endless nights of pleasure where I wake up with my fingers already buried deep inside of me as Dylan sleeps beside me, unaware that I’m searching for more than what my thin digits can give me. I would slap a hand over my mouth, shamefully reliving each sequence of my dream Kaden until my peak was reached. Only to realize that I would never be satisfied even after I gave myself a toe-curling orgasm. Bitter resentment would wash over me, along with embarrassing post-clarity, before I would yank the covers up in irritation and turn over to bask in my humiliation.
But right now, I’m not feeling that same uncomfortable feeling in my chest. No, I feel…lighter. It’s as if that dream satiated a part of myself that’s always been searching for more, and I can’t complain.
Smoke and leather curl around me, and whatever is below my cheek moves again. It’s been rising with steady motions this whole time, lifting me before gently lowering me. It’s nice.
I nuzzle in deeper, tucking my knees close to me as my body reaches a state of utter bliss and comfort. Is it physically possible to be any more cozy? I feel like I could sleep here for a lifetime…
The thing rumbles below me before something brushes my hair aside. I’m slow to the realization because my mind is still trapped in the fog, but as a throat is cleared above me, my eyes shoot open. I’m staring up and directly at Kaden’s thick neck, the black ink snaking around him like a painting. I shoot up, a trail of drool connecting from the corner of my mouth to an embarrassing stain on his t-shirt.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
I know how I am when I get those dreams. I’m insatiable and horny, always waking up to my fingers already fucking me with abandon.
Oh, my god.
Did I do that in front of him?!
He lifts a brow lazily, not giving me a single clue as to what he could have witnessed. “You’re awake.”
I clear my throat, smacking my dry mouth. “Um, yeah…”
I’m partially on him, and my other half rests where I was originally sitting. I must have shifted over in my sleep. I glance at the TV, taking in the ending credits as they roll.
Damn. I missed the whole thing.
“How was the movie?” I ask, side-eyeing Kaden as I sit back up. I’m trying to see if there’s any indicator that I may have touched myself in front of him, but he isn’t giving me anything.
He shrugs. “I still don’t understand the part with the note. Did she ever take him back? It made no sense.”
“That’s because there’s a sequel,” I snort.
He throws his head back, groaning. “This whole series could have been a fucking e-mail.”
“I can’t believe you actually watched it,” I chuckle.
Kaden throws up a hand, pointing to the stain on his shirt. “Well, ifsomeonehadn’t fallen asleep, I would have had someone to torment instead.”
I wipe my mouth bashfully, my nose wrinkling. “Sorry…”
He pats the sofa before rising. “Do you want a sandwich for lunch?”
“Please,” I beg as he rounds towards the kitchen.
He pulls the fridge open, grumbling playfully. “I’m starting to feel like your maid today. Snowmen, hot chocolate, movies, and now I’m making you lunch.”
“You would make a wonderful spouse,” I joke.
His head swivels to me, a crooked smile tugging on his lips. “Then marry me.”
My heart plummets before it spasms, and my chest tightens. My smile fades a little as Kaden continues to make our food. He doesn’t dwell on what he just said, and it makes my reaction feel silly.
A joke.
