Chapter 89 I want him to wreck me
Ira's POV
Slowly I step inside, knowing exactly how this will ensnare me. Hoping I do get ensnared in the best way possible.
My eyes dart cautiously. There's crumpled bedsheets half-fallen onto the floor, the seated sword hanging on the wall looks to have collected dust. The bright light from the moon tonight, gives Ruel's room an ethereal glow.
Then inhaling deeply, I shift my gaze to Ruel.
His eyes are that beautiful gold color again but this time they burn with unmatched hunger.
The second the door shuts behind me I feel the air change. It's almost like it thickens.
Instantly I'm surrounded by Commander Ruel, his scent, his presence….
Goddess I love it.
I reach back quickly, my fingers finding the lock. The metal is cold under my sweaty palm but I turn it anyway. A sharp click cuts through the air, signalling a lock.
Ruel says nothing but I catch how he straightens slowly, his gaze turning predatory.
“Why are you here?” he asks, the roughness of his tone a delight to my ears. “Ira?”
A shiver rips down my spine and I lock my knees so I don’t step back. I want to run out that door right now. What the hell am I doing? But dear divine, I'll be damned if I don't at least see where this ends.
I lift my chin instead of being the coward I'm almost tempted to be. I force my shoulders square even while my pulse hammers with mad speed.
Without a sound, I close the distance between us slowly.
One step, then another.
And another, my heart hammering so hard I nearly forget to breathe. The silence is deafening and so I speak, holding a bit of amusement in my tone.
“What were you running from, Commander?” I ask, tilting my head. “I at least expected you wouldn't leave until you've shared a dance with me.”
His jaw flexes, his eyes more furious than before. “Firstly, I didn’t run.” he says with irritation. “And, weren't you busy dancing with…” he doesn't finish and instead inhales heavily, trying to get an grip on his emotions.
“So why did you leave so abruptly?” I ask, pretending not to have seen him get mad at Cortis’ kiss on my cheek.
“I don’t owe you an explanation, servant.”
I almost take a step back but I keep my feet rooted in the floor. For half a second I remain silent, contemplating my next act.
Fuck it, I think to myself and carefully raise my hand.
It trembles only a little as I lay it against his warm hard chest. His heartbeat slams against my palm like something trying to break free, and the sound of my own breath catching is embarrassingly loud in the quiet.
Heck, I want to squeeze. I want to squeeze so bad. I don't dare meet his gaze, my heart pounding so fast.
Ruel captures my wrist immediately but he doesn’t push me away. No, he instead locks my hand there, pressing it harder against the frantic rhythm under his ribs.
I swallow when his stunned eyes drop to where we’re connected. Slowly he drags his gaze back up to mine. And now it's darker, looking dangerously hot yet conflicted.
“What the fuck is going on between you and Cortis?” He questions, breathing harder as I sluggishly begin to draw an endless circle with my free hand, my index finger, sliding dangerously close to his pink nipple.
“Nothing,” I answer, barely paying attention to his question.
Ruel's hold softens on my other hand and I slide my hand the rigid plane of his chest until my palm settles right over the violent thud of his heart.
He doesn’t blink. And for a second it looks like he isn't breathing.
“Ira,” his voice comes out strained. I notice how the fiery gold of his eyes soften too.
“And what if…” I mutter, slowly squeezing his chest with both hands. “…there is something between me and Cortis?”
The atmosphere changes immediately.
Ruel releases my wrist, roughly grabbing my jaw with his hand. Using the strength of his painful hold, he hauls me in, our bodies colliding with a force that punches the air from my lungs.
“No one else touches this mouth,” he growls, the sound sending a shiver down my spine, shooting into my legs and making it harder to stand on my own
“No one else gets to taste you. You are mine.”
My heart skips a beat at his claim but the pleasure gets suspended when his grip tightens.
A hiss escapes my mouth the moment his finger presses too hard.
Ruel eases off instantly, his thumb sweeping over the hurt area in a quick, unconscious apology.
“My mouth isn’t yours.” I say, bringing his worried gaze back to me. “My body isn’t yours. I don’t belong to anyone.”
His eyes ignite again… Just how I like it. Pure molten gold, ravenous.
“Wrong,” he says, like he's scolding a naughty pup. “You’ve been mine since the first time you came on my fingers.”
My thighs clamp shut instinctively, trying to trap the sudden, shameful rush of heat that pours through me.
It's too late as warmth already slicks between my legs, racing in a pulse I can't control or hide.
“You’re out of your mind,” I breathe.
Ruel leans closer, his voice low and rough.
“Then why’s your hand on my chest… and why is your cunt already dripping wet?”
The words hit hard. “You don't know that,” I stutter.
“Oh I can prove it,” he smirks and before I even get to breathe right, he lifts my chin, pressing his lips to mine.
His kisses are hard and punishing, perfectly expressing his earlier annoyance.
It turns me on so good I choke out a shattered sound.
I jump slightly when he bruisingly grips my ass with one hand while the other fists my hair, yanking my head exactly where he wants it.
I’m lifted without warning, my thighs wrapping around his waist on instinct. He groans into my mouth when my core settles right against the thick, insistent ridge of him. Fuck he's scorching hot even through his pants.
I arch, grinding down shamelessly, chasing more of that divine pressure. I smile when Ruel growls, his teeth scraping my bottom lip hard enough to sting.
“Keep moving like that,” he mutters against my mouth, “and I’m fucking you right here against the wall. No bed. Just my cock splitting you open until you scream my name loud enough for the whole damn base to hear who you belong to.”
My nails dig into his shoulders, my heart hammering in my throat.
Please fuck me.
I pull back just enough to look at him. “Do it,” I whisper, completely throwing my dignity in the mud. “Fuck me against this wall. Make me scream… make it hurt.”
I feel him twitch under me.
“Careful, little pup,” he says, already carrying me backward. “I don’t do gentle when I take what’s mine.”
I open my mouth to speak but end up moaning once his teeth find my throat.
Fuck! I want him to wreck me.