Page 21 of Ruined By King

"You chose me." I pull back to look at her, this woman who just blew up her entire world for me. "You gave up everything. Your family. Your safety. Your whole fucking life."

"I know."

"There's no going back from this. You understand that?"

"I know." She reaches up, her fingers tracing my jaw. "I don't want to go back."

"Then let me show you what that means to me."

I undress her slowly, reverently, pressing kisses to each inch of skin I reveal. Her collarbone. The curve of her breast. The soft plane of her stomach. She shivers under my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, and every sound she makes goes straight to my cock.

But this isn't about me. Not yet.

I want to worship her. I want to show her with my body what I can't find the words to say.

When she's finally bare beneath me, I sit back and just look at her. Auburn hair spread across my pillow. Flushed cheeks. Kiss-swollen lips. The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"You're mine now," I say, and it's not a question. It's a vow.

"Yours," she breathes.

I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking her nipple between my lips while my hand slides between her thighs. She's already wet — so wet — and when I push two fingers inside her, she moans my name.

"That's it." I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her back arch. "Let me hear you. No one's going to interrupt us. No one's going to make you leave. You're staying right here, in my bed, for as long as I want you."

"King—"

"And I'm going to want you for a long fucking time."

I work her with my fingers while my mouth moves down her body, kissing and licking and biting until I reach the place I really want to be. I spread her thighs wider and look up at her.

"Eyes on me."

She lifts her head, her gaze finding mine, and I hold that connection as I lower my mouth to her pussy.

She tastes like heaven. Like everything I never knew I needed. I lick her slowly, thoroughly, savoring every whimper and gasp and broken moan. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders as I fuck her with my tongue, as I suck her clit and make her scream.

"King—" She's tugging at my shoulders, pulling me up. "Stop teasing. I need you."

I don't make her ask twice.

I surge up her body, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My cock is aching, desperate, but I take my time. I notch myself at her entrance and push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as I fill her.

"Look at me," I demand.

Her eyes flutter open, dark and hazy with pleasure.

"This," I say, sinking all the way inside her. "This is where you belong. Right here. With me. Understand?"

"Yes." Her voice breaks on the word. "Yes."

I start to move. Slow at first, deep and deliberate, letting her feel every inch. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, and I groan against her neck.

"You feel so fucking good." I groan against her neck. She drags her nails down my back in response, pulling me deeper.

Something primal roars to life in my chest. I pick up the pace, driving into her harder, faster, the bed frame slamming against the wall with every thrust. She meets me stroke for stroke, her hips rising to take me deeper, her moans turning to cries that echo off the walls.

"Mine," I growl against her ear. "Say it."