Chapter 90 Feels so good
Ruel's POV
Goddess. I gasp internally, Ira’s daring statement still ringing in my head.
“Fuck me against this wall. Make me scream… make it hurt.”
She looks like she regrets saying that and wants it so bad at the same time.
Fire in my veins, that's what you are little pup.
The look in her eyes… challenge mixed with raw need and fear… it twists something inside me, completely ripping off me every sense of control.
I want to claim her, break her, make her forget every other bastard who's ever looked her way. Especially that prick Cortis.
Yet there's this pull, this infuriating softness that's creeping in as I silently study her, urging me to hold her like she's precious. Like she's mine in more ways than just this moment.
Fuck that. I won't let it win.
She's a servant, a distraction. Nothing more. I can never allow myself to feel more than this. It will be much harder to lose her then.
I slam her back against the wall, the impact rattling the window nearby. She lets out a groan but I don't give a shit. My mouth crashes onto hers again, our teeth clashing just before my tongue invades without mercy.
My hands shove her dress up her thighs, the fabric tearing slightly under my grip. Then without warning I hook my fingers into her undergarments and yank them aside, exposing her slick heat.
Ira’s hands fall to my shoulders, her breath rugged. I consider giving her time to adjust but then I choose not to. She told me to fuck her, so that's exactly what I'm going to do.
"See?" I growl against her lips, sliding two fingers into her soaked cunt. She gasps, her walls clenching around me like a vice.
"Dripping for me," I whisper, pumping my fingers roughly, curling to hit that spot that immediately makes her arch.
“Ah,” her moan is high and soft, the show causing my cock to throb with need.
I thrust harder, hissing briefly when her nails suddenly rake down my back, fueling my thrusts.
"R…Ruel… hurts," she whimpers, but her hips buck forward, chasing more. “Hurts so goooodddd,” she adds, and the sight of her eyes wide open, her panting chest glistening, her lips parted in enjoyment…
I shove down the thought of kissing her to distract her from the pain by thrusting my fingers harder, adding a third to stretch her.
"Ugh, yes," she groans, her head falling back against the wall with a thud. Her eyes flutter, those plump wet lips part in a perfect O.
Pulling my finger out of her heat, I push against her, gently keeping her up against the wall with my weight. Her legs tighten around me.
I shift my grip and free myself, giving one slow stroke, letting her see my cock and how it stands rigid, veins standing out, heavy with obvious intent.
The things you do to me Ira.
Positioning myself at her entrance, I tease the tip against her folds, coating myself in her wetness.
Goddess I'm really going to do this.
"Tell me you want it," I demand, my voice a rasp. I need to hear her say it, to reassure myself I'm not taking advantage of her, to be certain she actually wants this just as much as I do.
"I want it," she breathes out, but it's not enough. I press in barely an inch, then pull back, watching her.
"Open your eyes, I want them on me. So that you never forget who gave you the best fuck of your life."
Ira's blue eyes water as I push in slowly. Her mouth opens in an inaudible gasp when the head of my dick gets in.
“Ah! Fuck..” Ira cries out as I slam in, fully burying myself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
Her body tenses around me like she wants to push me out and pull me deeper all at once.
Gasping from the insane grip, I pull her mouth to mine, groaning into her mouth as I move.
Ira’s walls squeeze like a fist.
“Fuck, relax little pup.” I groan, gently rubbing her back.
I kiss her left cheek where a tear runs down. With the same tenderness of my kiss, I pull out almost entirely.
“No..no… please don't stop,” she pants, holding me tightly.
I slam back in, smirking when she throws her head back, arching perfectly against me. “Who said anything about stopping?”
With a steady rhythm, I fuck her. She moans, her legs tightening around my waist.
"Fuck, feels so good," she gasps, her words spilling out in broken fragments as I pound into her.
Her words taste like a drug, boosting my ego and desire to bring her intense pleasure.
I increase my pace, my stance shaking when she pushes back onto my cock, creating an intoxicating rhythm.
She's wrecking me as much as I'm wrecking her, and I hate it. I want to slow down, to savor her, to whisper things I have no right to say. Instead, I bite her shoulder, hard, marking her skin without breaking it.
"You're mine," I snarl, thrusting faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. Sweat beads on my forehead. The scent of jasmine mixes with our arousal filling my lungs.
I already know I'll be addicted to this scent by the time we are done, craving her body like a crazed rogue.
She's close, I can feel it in the way her walls flutter. But I won't let her have it easy. "Not yet. Beg for it, Ira. Beg to cum on my cock."
She whimpers, her hands fisting in my hair. "Please… Ruel, let me cum. I need it… please."
The desperation in her voice undoes me a little, that softness creeping back in. I fight it, driving harder, my own release building like a storm. "Cum for me, pup. Now."
Ira shatters, her scream muffled against my neck as her body convulses. I follow seconds later, spilling into her with a guttural roar, the pleasure ripping through me like lightning.
We stay like that, panting, her weight fully on me.
But it's not enough. Damn, I need more. I need to have her again.
I pull out, her whine of protest making me smirk despite myself. My heart swells when she clings to me as I carry her to the bed, her legs still wrapped around me.
I drop her gently onto the sheets. With hooded eyes she looks up at me, her chest heaving. Goddess, she's magnificent like this, looking so flushed and spent.
"Turn over," I command, smirking when her eyes widen in disbelief.