Page 11 of Ruin Me Sweetly

The television switched off. I gathered her up off the couch and turned the lights off as we left the living room.

“Mm,” she moaned, practically hanging off my jumper. “How do you always smell so good?”

By the time I got us up the stairs, she was sniffing me outright.

“It must be my cologne,” I whispered, guiding her to the bedroom.

“I need to get me some of that,” she said, as I closed the door behind us.

If my various phases went to plan, she wouldn’t need my cologne in a bottle. I’d always be around, or in her.

Her fingers hooked beneath her cream jumper, and she whipped it off so fast the gold star embroidered on it became a blur. The pale yellow bra had me stopping in my tracks. Little irregular embroidered shapes covered the sheer material, and those succulent, darker nipples were all I could focus on.

What I loved about Isabella was all the small imperfections that left a trail of her past across her body—from childbirth, from time. She was real, the complete opposite of Sadie.

I was willing to trust my instincts and give this beautiful woman my seed. For her to carry it, as she had done before. In return, she would gain the most dedicated husband and father I could possibly be.

My eyes lingered on her belly.

She plunged her thumbs into her waistband and pushed the dark brown leggings down her thighs. Her long hair tumbled down with her, covering her face and grazing the floor as she pulled the leggings off her feet.

I rushed forward when she began to tilt to one side. Just one glass of Prosecco. She hadn’t been lying when she said she didn’t drink much. I caught her arms and pulled her up, backing her toward the bed.

“My sexy little minx,” I murmured, as the backs of her legs hit the mattress.

The wooden bed frame had horizontal slats—perfect for what I had in mind.

I crouched down to slide her leggings off her remaining foot. Her bright red nail polish made me pause, and I lifted her foot, running my hand from her knee down to her heel. I kissed the top of her foot, feeling the gloss of her polished nails beneath my fingertips as I worked my lips up her leg until she gasped.

She spread her thighs open, and I saw the damp patch of material.

Excellent. The stickier, the better it would be for my sperm. The conditions were favourable, and with any luck, the cervical mucus would have thinned. There would be every chance my seed would take root in her womb.

“Why don’t you lie on the bed, Bella?”

She smiled and used her hands to drag herself back onto the bed before laying her head on the pillows. I allowed myself one last look at the outline of her chestnut curls spread across the pillow. A lovely bit of padding for me.

I retrieved my case from her closet and untangled the restraints before dimming the lights.

“Ooh. What do you have there?” she asked, raising her head.

I climbed onto the bed and gripped her underwear, slowly peeling away the damp lace. It clung to her pretty little cunt, but I eased it down her legs. I lowered her bra straps down her shoulders. Her ragged little breaths made her chest rise and fall harder with every second.

“Did you know you have the perfect areola-to-nipple ratio?” I said, peeling the scandalous sheer fabric down to bare her breasts.

She glanced down and cupped one breast, holding it up like an offering.

“This one is a little larger.”

God. This woman could unman me.

I leaned down, ignoring my throbbing cock, and covered her entire areola and the flesh surrounding it, flattening my tongue so I could swallow her magnificent tit whole. It was so soft, so pliable.

So fucking suckable.

I sucked so hard that when I pulled off, the loud smacking sound merged with her strangled cry. I bobbed up and down, sucking and tugging at her until her hands hooked around my neck.

“Oh, Luke,” she moaned.