Page 143 of King of Ruin

Only then did he rise, shedding his clothes with rough impatience, his own need evident and straining.

He positioned himself between her thighs, pausing to drag his length through her lingering wetness, coating himself in her.

“Xavier,” she gasped, the silk of his tie biting into her wrists, anchoring her against the cold table. The constriction around her throat tightened her focus on the raw need swelling within her.

Her body arched involuntarily, breasts thrusting upward in desperate offering, a silent plea for him to take control. She was bound, unable to reach out, forced to surrender completely to his will.

“Ah!” His teeth sank into the sensitive peak he had been teasing, a sharp contrast to the warm, wet heat of his mouth. A cry escaped her lips, muffled by the silk at her throat, the pressure there intensifying the fire igniting inside her. The realization that he held her captive in this moment sent another wave of heat coursing through her trembling core.

His hand descended like a predator down her ribs, over the curve of her hip, fingers seeking the source of her aching need. One digit circled her entrance, teasingly spreading the evidence of her arousal without fully claiming her.

With a swift motion, he positioned himself between her spread thighs. His rod plunged inside her, sliding in deep enough to find that sweet spot, while his thumb pressed against her center in relentless circles. The dual sensations—restraint and pleasure—collided violently, sending her spiraling toward the edge.

“Ah! Hahhhh… Ahhhh” Elise cried, her back arching off the table as the world blurred around her.

Xavier drove her higher, coaxing her release with a fervor that left her gasping. Each thrust of his shaft ignited her senses, and just as she felt the tide rising, he pushed deeper, demanding more.

“Xavier… Mmmhh…” The climax crashed over her as she screamed his name, the sound tearing from her throat in broken gasps. He held her through it, relentless, until she lay quivering beneath him, the silk bindings the only tether keeping her from drifting away entirely.

In one swift movement, he lifted her from the table, their bodies slick with sweat, and turned her around. Her upper body pressed flat against the cool wooden surface, the chill contrasting sharply with the heat radiating from her skin.

He gripped her hips tightly, positioning himself behind her as he reentered her with a fierce intensity that made her gasp. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through her body, driving her closer to another climax.

Through the window, snow continued to fall, blanketing the world outside, while the warm glow from the lamp flickered against her flushed face.

“God, you feel so good,” he growled, his voice low and rough, punctuating each word with relentless thrusts. The pressure built within her again, spiraling tighter as he urged her on.

“Cum, Elise.”

She whimpered, sounds spilling from her lips as he pounded into her snug warmth.

With one final, deep thrust, he found his release, filling her completely, and just as she teetered on the edge, the waves of her second orgasm crashed over her.

Her body trembled, gasping and whimpering as pleasure overwhelmed her senses. The delicate balance of pain and ecstasy blurred, and he held her steady against the table, their breaths mingling in the charged air.

Through the window behind the study table, she caught sight of the snow falling even harder now, thick white flakes drifting silently through the night. The warm glow of the desk lamp flickered across the glass, casting soft golden light over her flushed face as the world outside remained eerily still.

***

It was early morning at the Chen mansion when Elise walked down the grand staircase, dressed and ready for the day ahead.

The scent of freshly prepared breakfast filled the air, drifting from the dining area and blending with the quiet elegance of the mansion. Unlike her usual comfortable clothes at home, Elise was dressed in a polished office outfit—a fitted blouse tucked neatly into a skirt, paired with a tailored jacket that rested perfectly over her shoulders.

The white blouse had a delicate V-neckline, while the jacket, with its subtle embroidery, gave the outfit a refined yet feminine touch. It was professional without appearing overly formal, perfectly suited for someone who wanted to look elegant without drawing unnecessary attention. Her hair was tied back neatly, leaving her face open, and the soft sound of her heels echoed against the marble floor as she descended the stairs.

As she reached the dining area, her steps slowed.

The table was already prepared, but it was empty. There was no sign of Xavier.

Her gaze moved around the room before shifting toward the kitchen.

"Layla?" she called.

A moment later, the housekeeper hurried out, her expression slightly rushed as she approached.

"Where is Xavier?" Elise asked, glancing toward the untouched place at the table. "Did he already have breakfast?"

Layla nodded quickly, still catching her breath from hurrying over.