Page 8 of Claimed By Ruin

More than enough of an opening. I licked her bottom lip, then pressed my tongue inside her mouth.

Fuck.

I breathed out hard, my eyes slammed shut as I took this moment in. The warmth of her body, the taste of her against my tongue.

My hands caged her head and tilted her to deepen the kiss.

She kept her hands at her sides, not responding but not pulling away.

That would have to do.

I kissed her deeper, but then broke away and pulled her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I stared at her, cataloguing the changes.

Smooth shoulders, arms that were soft but I saw the muscle underneath. Muscles built by work she had been forced to do because I was gone.

Full, plump, dark-tipped breasts that were bigger now, the skin on her nipples tight and darker. I dropped to my knees.

Kissed the space right under her navel through her clothes. Rested my head against the slope of her stomach. The change was subtle. Almost nothing.

But it was everything.

She breathed out and I let her breath vibrate through me. Then stayed there, my eyes closed, letting the anvil that lived in my chest since the day I left loosen.

Because she was here.

I was here.

Everything else was noise.

I didn’t look at her face when I pushed her pants down. Couldn’t help but smile when I spotted her socks. Stark white and fucking pristine.

I kissed her knee. Licked the skin that covered her tense muscles.

She said nothing.

I kissed higher, trailing my lips against the soft skin of her thigh, getting closer and closer to her center, wishing I could reach her heart.

I looked up at her. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breaths, and I was sure I spotted the faint beat of her pulse at her neck. But she refused to meet my eyes.

But she didn’t pull away.

That would have to be enough.

Her arms hung loosely at her sides, impassive, waiting.

I skimmed my hands up her thighs, my lids dropping at the feeling of her silky-soft skin under my palms. She still didn’t move; I saw her fighting against it, but she couldn’t hide the goosebumps that now pebbled her skin, the harsh exhale that slipped between her lips. Her breath hitched when I pressed my lips against her thigh. I dared glance up at her face. She still refused to meet my eyes, and her lips were thinned, her jaw set.

I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, lifting one corner of my mouth when she parted for me.

It was instinct.

She might hate me, but her body was mine.

I breathed in deep, my mouth watering at her intoxicating scent. I kept my gaze on her face as I teased her pussy with my nose. Her pupils were wide, her mouth slack, anger burning in her gaze.

One last nuzzle, and I licked her slit through her panties. She was soaking wet, and I couldn’t wait to drink my fill.

I gripped her hips for a moment, then pulled her underwear down. Didn’t give her a chance to react before I licked her slit, long, slow strokes back and forth until her cream coated my tongue and she squirmed.