Page 61 of Beautiful Ruin

Something raw and devastating flashes across his face, a kind of desperate longing that makes my heart ache for him. His grip on my hips tightens, fingers digging in as he presses me harder against the wall, his cock grinding against my ass with renewed fervor.

“Fuck, Sofia…” One of his hands slides around to my front, slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to palm my breast under my bra, thumb brushing over my nipple until it pebbles under his touch. I arch into him with a soft moan, my head falling back against his shoulder.

He kisses the side of my neck open-mouthed while his other hand works the button of my pants open. The zipper sounds obscenely loud in the quiet hallway, but I don’t care. I’m too far gone at this point.

When he finally slips beneath my pants, his fingers dip down to my panties, finding me already soaked. A low, satisfied sound rumbles inside his chest as he strokes his fingers through my folds, circling my clit with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle. I moan his name, pushing back against his hand and the hard length of him at the same time.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls in my ear, sliding two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch is perfect, overwhelming me to the point that I nearly see stars.

I gasp, rocking onto his fingers, chasing the pleasure he’s giving me so ruthlessly. “Only for you, Rowan.”

The confession seems to snap the last thread of his control. He withdraws his hand from my pants, making me whimper at the loss, only to shove them and underwear down my thighs in one impatient motion. I hear the sound of his belt being undone, quickly following the rasp of his zipper.

He grips the back of my neck with one hand. Then the hot, heavy press of his bare cock moves between my thighs. I spread them as much as I can until the wet tip rubs against my folds. He thrusts into me in one deep, powerful stroke, burying himself all the way inside me.

My body clenches tightly around him and we both groan at the same time. The fullness is just as overwhelming as the first time, stretching me so perfectly, I practically purr at the feeling. For a heartbeat, he stays still, his hand flexing on the back of my neck while he fights to keep himself from moving.

“Please,” I beg.

He wastes no time after that.

Each thrust drives me up onto my toes, my hands scrabbling against the stone wall for purchase as pleasure crashes through me in waves. His hand returns between my legs, fingers finding my clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his strokes. The other hand stays right at my nape, holding me exactly where he wants me as he fucks me against the wall.

“Such a good girl,” he rasps into my ear, voice wrecked. “Always so tight and wet for me. You couldn’t get enough last time, could you?”

I shake my head frantically, unable to form words. A broken cry tears from my throat as I push back to meet every powerful thrust, lost in the overwhelming feeling of him surrounding me, and filling me until my thighs tremble. He claims me with each brutal slap of his hips against my ass, driving so deep inside I feel him in every part of me.

The cold stone wall presses unforgivingly against my front. It collides with the burning heat of Rowan’s body at my back and the relentless drag of his thick cock stretching me open again and again. The contrast is dizzying. Almost too much and not nearly enough. It makes me feel nearly delirious like I’m coming apart at the seams and being remade all in the same breath.

His fingers move up and slide into my hair. He grips it firmly in a possessive hold and uses it to pull me back until my head rests against his shoulder. The new angle forces him even deeper, and I moan loudly, the sound echoing off the stone.

His tongue drags up the column of my throat in one long, wet line, tasting the salt on my skin. Then his teeth graze my pulse point, sharp enough to make me gasp, before he sucks the spot into his mouth to mark me.

The sting blooms into pleasure so intense, my vision blurs.

“Rowan…” His name falls from my lips like a prayer and a plea all at once.

He growls against my neck, hips snapping forward harder, driving into me with a rhythm that steals what little breath I have left. “That’s it. Say my name again, Sofia. Let the whole fucking estate hear who you belong to.”

I do. I moan it louder shamelessly as his fingers rub my clit mercilessly. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into me from behind while his fingers work me from the front pushes me toward the edge faster than I can handle.

The world unravels around me completely.

“You’re mine,” he breathes hotly into my ear, voice rough with something sounding less like possession now and closer to devotion. “This tight little pussy is mine. These sounds you make when I fuck you are all mine. Every inch of you… is mine.”

Pleasure crashes over me in a blinding wave. I cry out his name as I come, walls clenching rhythmically around his cock while my thighs shake so badly I nearly collapse if not for his strong arm banding around my waist quickly. He fucks me through it, drawing out every last pulse of ecstasy until I’m whimpering and utterly wrecked.

Only then does he let himself go.

With a guttural groan that vibrates through his chest and into my back, Rowan buries himself so deep my body jerks and comes hard, pulsing cum deep inside me. His hips stutter, grinding against my ass as he fills me, marking me even from the inside in the most primal way possible. His teeth sink into my shoulder, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave another mark I’ll feel for days.

We stay locked together like that for a long moment, his body draped over mine as the aftershocks ripple through us both. His arm remains tight around my waist, holding me close while his other hand moves gently through my hair, stroking it now instead of gripping it tightly.

The tenderness after such raw intensity makes my eyes sting with tears. I feel raw and cherished in a way I never knew was possible. That’s why I can’t help what comes spilling out of my mouth.

“I have feelings for you. God, Rowan… I like you so much, it scares me.”

He stills for a heartbeat, then exhales shakily against my skin. Slowly and very carefully, he pulls out of me, turning me in his arms until I’m facing him. Cum drips down my thighs obscenely as his hands frame my face with a gentleness that contrasts with the way he just fucked me against the wall.