Page 77 of Ruined Wrath
The hot water churns around us, bubbling over our bodies, the warmth masking the lingering chill of the evening.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he murmurs. “About…everything.”
My fingers trace the line of his jaw, feeling the tension he always seems to hold there.
“Cormac…” I whisper.
He leans forward to rest his forehead against mine, his eyes still searching my face for answers.
“You know what you did… It hurt me. But…” His voice falters for just a second, enough for me to see the cracks in his armor. “I also understand why. And that doesn’t make it okay, but I’m willing to try to move past it.”
I swallow hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll never keep anything from you again. I just… I just need a chance.”
Cormac studies me for a long moment, and I feel like he’s weighing every word I say against the world he’s built around him, the danger he carries in every decision.
Then, without warning, he kisses me again, slow and possessive this time, letting me feel his dominance but also the trust he’s tentatively offering me.
He licks along my lower lip in a silent plea, and I eagerly part them.
He tastes of chocolate and wine, and I moan into his mouth, my hips moving back and forth as I imagine his tongue stroking my pussy.
Only when the ache between my thighs is too much to bear do I break the kiss and reach for the ties of my bikini top.
Cormac stills, his hands resting on my hips as his eyes roam over every inch of my exposed skin.
The ties come loose, and I slowly peel my top away to reveal my breasts.
Cormac’s throat bobs as his eyes linger on my nipples, already peaked and aching for his touch. But he holds back a little longer, testing not just his restraint but mine too.
“Touch me,” I breathe.
A shiver runs down my spine as his calloused hands roam up my waist to cup my breasts. His thumbs circle my nipples so slowly that I let out a groan of frustration.
His thumbs are so soft, so slow. “Let me take my time.”
“Can you take your time at a later date? Because right now, I feel like I might die,” I say through gritted teeth.
Cormac chuckles under his breath, which only makes the ache worse.
Thatsound. It’s like a drug.
I squirm in his lap, but it doesn’t help when I feel the tip of his cock brush against my stomach.
My head falls back on my shoulders as I let out a moan and my inner walls clench.
“The panties need to go too,” he grunts, and I swallow a laugh.
“Now who’s impatient?”
“Do you really want me to waste time answering that, or do you want me to get you off?”
That shuts me up.
I tug at the strings of my bikini bottoms and remove the final obstacle between our skin, tossing my panties over the side of the hot tub.
Cormac’s eyes darken as I gently roll my hips so that his cock brushes against me. “Fuck, that’s my girl.”
“Touch me.”
