“Please…”
The faintest hint of a smile brushed against my skin in response, one felt rather than seen. The quiet sound that followed only made the heat beneath my skin flare further.
“Mmm… what a delightful sound that makes,” he murmured, his voice low, threaded with unmistakable satisfaction.
“But tell me, my beauty… what is it you want?” The seductive question made me moan.
“Please…”I tried again, the word softer this time, less certain. Because even as I said it, I realized it wasn’t enough, not for a man like him…a demon like him.
A quiet breath of amusement followed, warm against my skin as he lingered there, unhurried, entirely in control.
“As beautiful as that is, I want more,” he continued smoothly before there was a subtle shift in his tone, something deeper, more intent.
“Give me more, Eliza…tell me what you want.”
So, I decided to be brave and give him what he wanted, and in doing so, finally admit what I wanted as well.
“I want you to…” I started, only to falter at the last second, the words catching somewhere between thought and voice as hesitation crept in. A soft hum met my hesitation, low and encouraging as it vibrated against my skin.
“That’s it…”he murmured, the approval in his tone sending a subtle shiver through me.
“You can do it… Now tell me what you want.”His demand caused me to swallow hard, nodding slightly as I forced myselfto push past that final barrier. My voice was quieter now, but far more certain as I finally gave him something real.
“I… I want you to touch me.”
For a brief moment, I thought that would be enough.
It wasn’t.
A soft, almost amused sound left him, something dangerously close to a reprimanding tut as it brushed against my cheek. His presence still far too steady, far too in control.
“Now, now…” he murmured, the words laced with quiet amusement.
“You can do better than that.”
There was a pause then, as though he had no intention of letting me hide behind vague answers. His voice lowered further as he pressed just a fraction closer.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”he asked softly, and I took a deep breath and told him.
“My… My pussy… I want you to touch my pussy.”I said, and he hummed proudly. A low, satisfied sound rumbled against my cheek before he praised,
“Good girl.”
14
RUINED
“Good girl.”
The praise settled over me in a way that sent a sudden heat coursing straight through me. I had asked him to touch me, but it wasn’t just that. It was the way he had pulled those words from me and forced me to say them out loud. To admit what I wanted, and somehow, that alone was enough to leave me shaken.
I wasn’t entirely sure what that said about me, whether it made me hopeless or dangerously fortunate. But one look at Wye was enough to settle that question, because there was nothing ordinary about this. Nothing that could be compared to anything I had known before. And I could only imagine how many others might have dreamed of being exactly where I was now. To be seen by him like this…to be wanted like this.
The thought barely had time to settle before he claimed my mouth again, the kiss slower this time, more measured as he caught my lower lip between his teeth. The faint sting of it pulled a breath from me before he soothed it almost immediately after. As though measuring my response. And whatever answer he found there seemed to satisfy him. Because the shift in himwas subtle but obvious, the control still present but threaded now with something deeper. With something more assured, his attention moved over me with renewed purpose.
Which meant that when he finally moved again, drawing back just enough to tug my shorts and panties free and ease them from my legs, I felt it immediately. The cool air brushed over my skin in their absence, and the shift in the moment was just as sharp as his gaze. The space between us was charged with something that had already begun to build long before this. He kissed his way down my stomach, soon reaching between my thighs, finding smooth, hairless skin. He hummed his approval, and I couldn’t help but feel quietly pleased with my choice to keep myself waxed. Not that I had been doing it for anyone else, I never had. It was always a personal preference, though in that moment, I was very glad about it.
As Wye, ran his lips across me, releasing a satisfied moan as he did.
