Page 77 of Unlocking Ruin

“Would you let me?”

I playfully shake my head. “Not right now. I want to feel you.” My fingers sink into his soft, plush bedding. I want to hold on to his scars; I want to kiss them.

He stalks a step closer, his eyes dark and set with intent. “I’m nervous all of a sudden,” I blurt out.

“Good nervous?” he asks, as he pauses.

I nod.

“I am too,” he admits.

Not many men would cop to that, and it makes me feel better. Then I recall his words: he hasn’t slept with anyone since he saw me years ago.

I almost feel guilty for not allowing the female population to experience—Oh! He slides his pants down, they pool around his ankles. He steps out of them; the mattress dipping when he places his knees on the bed.

Again, my eyes fall on his length, now peeking out from his black boxers. His muscles ripple as he crawls over his massive bed to reach me. I catch sight of his scars, but I avert my gaze.

I sit up and move to my knees to make undressing simpler. He pauses, observing me as I remove my dress by lifting it over my head. Cold air rushes over me.

“Fucking hell, Rylan,” he mutters in a lost haze. I throw my dress onto the floor.

“One night,” I tell him. “Just sex. An escape.”

He smirks. “You keep telling yourself that, Little Thief.” He lunges forward, his hand wrapping around my back, cradling me into his mattress. He wedges his knee between my legs, opening them wider.

“I’m going to believe the truth,” he continues, kissing that sensitive spot on my neck, shifting so his erection can grind into my soaking lace panties.

“What is the truth?” I ask, as I reach up and wrap my hands around his back.

He slides his hand between my thighs, grinning as his fingers feel my body’s response. “That this is only the beginning,” he says, as he moves my panties aside and easily slips a finger inside me.

No warning, just a claim. Each slow stroke of his finger unravels me further.

My fists close around the sheets. He immediately starts pumping in and out, producing so much wetness that it should embarrass me.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward,” he says, as he adds another finger.

Letting out a breath, I spread my legs further so he can maneuver his hand more easily. “This feels good,” I say, moving my hips against him.

“Have you dreamed about me doing this? You have.” He grins as he studies my reaction.

I bite my lip and nod. He lowers himself and kisses me. “Tell me how many times?”

“A few times.” My body is consumed by desire as I exhale, admitting defeat.

Yes, I did dream of him, in a mask, hunting me down and owning every inch of me.

“Good.” He adds another finger.

“Oh, god yes.”

“Did I reach deity level?” he gloats.

I sink my teeth into my lip and nod.

“Call out my name,” he states, with lust in his eyes. “My name, Rylan. Not God, or fuck, or yes. Let me hear my name when my fingers are inside of you.”

“Stef…” Oh my god! I mean Steffen! What is he doing with his fingers?