Page 84 of Ruin

Without warning, Arik’s hands moved with fierce determination. He forced me down, his strong hand pressing firmly against my shoulders as his mouth traveled down my body. The sudden shift from tender to intense left me breathless. Before I could fully process what was happening, his teeth were grazing my thigh. I felt his hands wrap around my thighs, parting them as his lips grazed the inside.

A scream tore from my throat as I felt his tongue delve deep, his touch a relentless storm of sensation. My hands clawed at the sheets, until I found myself gripping the back of Arik’s head, pulling him closer as I writhed in pleasure. His tongue licked my pulsating center over and over again, making me crave to be filled by him.

He stopped suddenly, lifting his head and waiting for me to look at him. When our gazes met, his smile was coy, almost wicked. “You first,” he said, his voice a low, seductive growl.

With renewed fervor, I moaned and ground my hips into his face, my body moving with a desperate rhythm as he moved his tongue to my clit.

He pulled his head back, just enough moan, “So fucking wet for me,” before pressing his mouth against me once more.

The slow, deliberate pace of his tongue circling made me pant and reach for something to hold onto. I grasped onto the hair on the back of his head, pushing myself harder against his face as I felt the build-up of an impending climax.

Just as my back arched on the brink of orgasm, Arik’s body was on top of mine again. In the blink of an eye, I felt it—that feeling I had been chasing since the first time he lay on top of me many nights ago. His cock, thick and pulsating as it stretched me open.

“I want to feel you come on me,” he purred into my ear as all the oxygen left my body.

The transition from his oral attention to this new, intense connection sent me spiraling as our bodies moving in a perfect, urgent rhythm. I was lost in a haze of pleasure, my body overwhelmed by the waves of ecstasy crashing through me.

“Arik! Yes!” I screamed, my voice a desperate cry of unrestrained delight as he dug his fingers into my thigh and pressed himself deeper inside me. I threw my head back deeper into the pillow, feeling the pain of being stretched so tightly around him and the pleasure of being fucked like I’d never been fucked before.

“Yes, love. Just like that,” Arik moaned into my ear, his voice low and rough as he thrust into me. “Good girl.”

His praise only heightened my sensations as I rode the orgasm out, making me tremble as he drove himself deeper, pushing me to the edge. I felt his hand press against the back of my head as he gripped my hair.

“You belong to me, Claire,” he moaned as his lips moved down my skin until my nipple was in his mouth. “Say it,” he screamed before biting down on me.

I inhaled deeply, my vision blurring from pleasure as I panted, “I belong to you, Arik.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire and desperation.

His grunts filled the air as I struggled to breathe, riding out the most earth-shattering orgasm I had ever experienced in my life. I could barely keep my eyes open, but when I finally forced them open, the sight that greeted me was both captivating and terrifying.

Arik’s appearance was shifting. The veins around his eyes began to protrude ominously, a dark network of tendrils spreading across his skin. His lips were drawn back in a snarl, revealing razor-sharp fangs that seemed to pierce into his own flesh. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and disbelief flooding my senses.

“Arik…please.” I winced, my voice trembling as I felt his grip tighten on my thighs, pulling them farther apart. “You have to stop for me…” I whispered into his ear.

His fingers dug into me hard enough to leave bruises as his thrusts became more frantic, more urgent. I was overwhelmed by the raw intensity, but the sight of his monstrous transformation sent a shiver of dread through me.

Arik’s focus was fixed on the wall above me, his eyes locked in a deep, frenzied concentration. He was trying to avoid looking at me, as if the mere act of meeting my gaze might drive him further into madness. My hands grasped the pillows beside my head, trying to ground myself amid the chaos of the moment.

A deep breath escaped Arik, and as I moaned again, pulling his attention toward me, his control seemed to snap. Without warning, he bit deeply into my right forearm. The pain was immediate and searing, and a raw scream tore from my throat.

Fuck. He couldn’t control it.

In a panic, I threw my left fist onto his cheek, the impact knocking him off me.

He lay there, blinking silently as if his two sides were at war in his mind.

Adrenaline surged through me as I scrambled off the bed, my body still trembling from the intensity of our encounter. I darted toward the door, but before I could reach it, Arik’s arms enveloped me again. He lifted me effortlessly, slamming my naked body against the back of the door.

Terror gripped me as I turned my head away from him, my mind racing with thoughts of escape and survival. Arik held me there, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his form now fully transformed into the monstrous being I had feared.

“Please…” I whispered, my voice barely audible as blood gushed from my arm, trickling down onto the floor. The sight of the crimson liquid pooling beneath me was a stark reminder of the danger I was in. Arik’s jaw locked as I saw his nose twitch. He could smell my blood.

He stood there, as if he had been frozen.

His face was contorted and monstrous, just as I’d seen before. But his eyes. His eyes looked panicked as he winced in pain.

Arik’s grip loosened, and in a swift motion, he dropped me to the floor. Before I could react, he had opened the door and disappeared into the night, leaving me alone in the eerie silence.