A shiver of energy rushes down my arms as his palms skim over them. He makes it so damn easy. He’d do anything for me. This isn’t any different, and yet... it is. It’s monumental, and my brain is picking apart his every move and what it means and how I should respond to each touch.
Until his lips press just behind my ear, and he breathes me in on a warm growl.
“You smell so fucking good, Bella.”
My legs quake, but I try to not overthink what we’re doing and what lines we’re crossing in the process. The light press of his hands across my body feathers down my arms. With one palm, he skims across my breasts, one and then the other. His fingers tease there, circling my nipple, while his other hand travels lower down my abdomen. He’s barely touching me, and already, I can’t catch my breath. He draws faint lines across my stomach, dancing along my hips before finally inching even lower. It’s then that my legs really tremble.
Without hesitation, as if he’s thought of it over and over again, he parts my folds and slides right in. One finger circles my clit leisurely, pulling every jagged breath from my lungs with the slowest pace. My back arches against him, and it’s just enough to hear the low groan that shakes through his chest. It’s then that I realize... every shift I make is rocking against him. In a matter of seconds, something hard presses against the curve of my ass. My thighs press together as his cock grows even harder and larger against me.
Fuck.
I try not to think about how big he is. How thick he feels. How good he’d feel sliding into me so fucking slow—
My moan is a desperate and depraved sound as he sinks two fingers into my wetness. He’s patient and gentle. With the slightest curl of his fingers, my moans crawl the walls. He does it again.
And again.
And again.
“Fuck,” I cry out to the darkness.
It’s then that the darkness answers.
“Bella?”
Ruiner’s pace quickens. My mouth falls open. My lashes lift. And with hooded gaze, I stare up at glowing red eyes across the room.
“Malace,” I whisper on a gasp.
“What?” Ruiner murmurs with a kiss that sends shivers across my neck and arms.
I shake my head at his question, but I keep my attention held on the man leaning against my bedroom door. Maybe heisa ghost.
Or maybe he’s an Incubus.
Because I have never in my life felt so turned on from having someone watch me the way Malace is watching me right now.
I’m spread open for him. The moon washing in through the window bathes my skin in pale light and hinting shadows. I’m a silhouette drawn for him.
And he admires every part of me.
My moan cuts off as my head tilts back against Ruin’s chest, but still I hold that smoldering crimson gaze. He’s a haunting of mine. He’ll always be watching me.
Especially right now.
I hear it and wish like hell I could see it better. Because the shifting of jeans sliding down thighs is very apparent to me. And so is Malace’s groan that follows soon after. The faint glow of golden tattoos show his sharp jaw as he tilts his head back and leans fully into the door. The shimmer of magical ruins etched along his flesh casts sinfully alluring light across hard, veering lines down narrow hips. I watch his hand stroke up. And then down. I can’t look away as he touches himself, his pace unrushed and deliberate.
“Fuck,” I hiss again, my hips bucking against Ruin’s palm in the best possible way.
“Good girl,” Ruin murmurs against my neck. “Fuck my hand just like that.”
All I hear is the melody of our breath quickening together. The three of us share this ecstasy, thriving off each other with every jagged moan we give. It’s mine that are loudest though. It’s an uncontrollable sound that’s only quieted by Ruin’s hand as he slides it up my chest, around my throat, and then over my lips.
“Ssshh, Pretty Monster.” And the rumbling, needy sound of his voice as he rocks his cock against me is all it takes to send me over the edge.
His fingers never stop as I soak down his digits. He grinds the hilt of his palm against my clit, pressing hard as I thrust into his hand, and it only intensifies the shuddering sensation that’s overtaking my entire body. He drags it out of me like he knows what I need even more than I do.
“I need you,” I confess, my words muffled around my moans and against his hold he has on me, but I can’t help but say it all the same.