Free Ruin: Revelations by Lucian Bane Page A

purpose. A tease. A tempting. It was very near . . .  bad and yet . . . so very good. “You like teasing, Isadore?” He eyes the peaks of her breast as she grazed them along his abs now. “I’m definitely going to explore the definition on you from now on.”
    The sultry sexy look on her face as she placed her knees on either side of his head, stole his breath. She had reached her point of no care, but pleasure. He stared as she slid her finger inside herself then removed it, coating his lower lip with her essence. Ruin growled and sucked her finger into his mouth, nearly climaxing at her gesture.
    “Make me, Isadore,” he whispered, staring up the line of her body. 
    She placed his arms out at his sides and pinned them to the bed with her knees. Then she held his head down with both hands and grazed his mouth with her opened folds. “No licking yet,” she gasped. Ruin had never experienced so much need and torment as he did with that command. In ten seconds of her forcing him to feel her hot folds against his mouth, he was beyond delirious. He kissed them, nipped at them softly with his lips, fighting with his tongue’s need to taste.
    She held herself open then with one hand, still holding his head down. “Lick my clit now,” she cried. He groaned in ecstasy and flicked the tip of her clit. “Yes,” she cried out. “Like that. Just like that.”
    Ruin obeyed with perfection and soon she was at the brink. She sat fully, pressing all that softness firmly onto his mouth.
    “Suck me,” she whimpered, twirling her hips in circles. “Suck my clit, please, do it!”
    Ruin needed harder restraints. No, he needed to grab her hips and help. Breaking free of her knees, he latched his fingers onto her hips and ass, and moved her on his mouth with delicate jerks, keeping her clit in a succulent prison of suction as he did. Her cries peaked in seconds and he knew he would make her orgasm this way. She was going to orgasm many ways this time. He groaned on her, adding vibration to the ecstasy. She latched fingers into his hair and the gesture forced her breasts together as she came on his mouth, came with a violent storm of shudders and jerks. He watched her stomach spasm with the literal waves of pleasure, longed to capture her hardened nipples between his teeth while she spent herself perfectly on him. The feeling that gave Ruin was hard to name. Honor maybe. Pride that he had this power. To him it was far greater than his ability to obliterate things with fire. 
    Ruin raced his hands all over her, needing to feel her silky skin even as she fell off  him and collapsed onto her back on the bed. With a hungry growl, Ruin rolled on top of her, stroking his cock between her thighs, pinning her neck with his hand and kissing her. He loved the feel of her pulse, the hard thudding as it raced out of control, telling him how well he’d done.
    He’d done very well.
    Her fingers were in his hair again, her legs opening, wrapping his hips until his erection pressed against hot folds. He stroked her tongue with his, groaning into her mouth, tempted to get to that right in that second. Soon enough. He needed to see her in other ways first. And before it was over, she’d get on top of him like he’d seen the two on television do. It made him think of so many possibilities and positions and angles, wondering how each would feel.
    “Now, Ruin. Make love to me.”
    The power inside him erupted in a fury and Ruin fought the sudden feeling of . . . anger. Make love?
    “What’s wrong?” she whispered, sounding concerned as she filled his lips with tiny breathless kisses still. “What’s wrong?”
    “I . . . ” Ruin suddenly felt ill and rolled off of her. “I don’t know.” He sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.
    “Ruin, your tattoo . . . ”
    Ruin looked down and stood in alarm at finding the tattoo smoldering with black smoke. He hurried to the bathroom and barely made it to the