Page 111 of The Ruin I Chose

Her fingers tightened in my jacket, her breath uneven against my throat. I stopped, close enough that she could feel the question before I asked it.

“May I?”

She didn’t answer—just nodded slowly. That was all the permission I needed. I pushed the fabric aside and slid my finger into her. I moved with care, and her body answered me. She arched, trembling against me. Her head tilted back, and she let out a soft moan.

She was unravelling. And I was the thread—tightening, tugging, ready to snap her open. I wanted to pull until she came apart.

Her wetness and warmth instantly sucked my finger in, tightening around me.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I whispered against her lips.

“I’ve missed how you feel. How you taste.”

Her body moved with mine, grinding, gasping, clutching.

“Let me apologise by worshipping every inch of your body.”

She pulled me closer and kissed me—letting my tongue slide over hers.

She pulled away from me—breath heavy. “What if someone sees?”

“Do you want me to stop, cara mia?”

Her voice was a whisper, but hoarse. “No. Fuck no. Undo me.”

I kissed her deep, slow, claiming. I increased my pace, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She moaned into my mouth—a sound that tasted like surrender. I slid another finger deep into her as I felt her orgasm build, her muscles clenching around my fingers. My teeth grazing her jaw and neck, her fingers tangled in my hair, the other rubbing the length of my arousal.

Her body convulsed around my fingers, hips grinding, lips trembling. She was mine. And I was hers.

My craving for her kicked into overdrive in response. I wanted to claim every part of her and draw out her desires to make up for the time we’d lost. More than anything, I wanted to be close to her, have her body pressed up against mine, preferably naked, with only sweat and breath in between.

I pulled my hand out and kissed her one more time. Like I was sealing a promise with my mouth. Then I whispered. My voice came out hoarse, like it had been caged for months.

“I need to be inside you.”

Not just lust or hunger. It was need. To feel her. To belong. To come undone where she held me together.

“Not just to fuck you. To feel you. To come home.”

Her breath caught. Her eyes darkened. And she bit her lip. Like she’d been waiting for those words. Like her body had already said yes, and now her soul was catching up.

I grabbed her hand and started walking back to my room. Her fingers were still damp with want. Mine, still slick with her release. I didn’t care if anyone saw the tent in my slacks. I had an aching arousal, and I just wanted to be deep in her.

I just wanted her. All of her. To bury myself in the woman who undid me. To lose myself in the only place I felt whole. That was my way of showing her that she was the only one I had eyes for.

The only one I wanted.

And that was my way of asking for her forgiveness—

Not with words. But with every inch of me.

She sent a quick text to Vihaan.

His reply came instantly.

She struggled to keep pace beside me, heels clicking against the stone.

“Slow down,” she laughed breathlessly. “I can barely walk in these.”