Page 31 of King of Ruin

Elise looked into his eyes, reaching for the cloth still covering her mouth to take it off, but he captured her hand firmly.

“This will stay on,” he commanded.

Trembling, her hand fell away.

He pulled her over his body, flipping their positions. The moment she straddled his hips, his girth slid inside her, eliciting a soft, restrained sound from her lips, tears welling at the corners of her eyes.

He filled her so completely that she felt every inch of him, the tip brushing against a sensitive spot that sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through her.

“Good girl. Now move; I can’t wait,” he urged, urgency lacing his voice like a taut string ready to snap.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he seized her waist, his fingers pressing into her soft skin, guiding her movements.

He coaxed her to rock back and forth, the rhythm starting slow, each motion igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through her. With a sudden surge of strength, he lifted her effortlessly, allowing her to slide down onto him completely, her body trembling as he filled her to the hilt.

“Mhmm!” A sharp gasp escaped Elise’s lips, the overwhelming sensation electrifying her senses.

The deep connection between them stirred something primal within her, and as he thrust again, the intensity began to build. She felt herself responding, instinctively increasing her pace, her movements growing more urgent and fervent. Each thrust became a powerful wave, crashing into her core, driving her closer to the edge.

With each deep stroke, the rhythm quickened, turning frantic as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the air, punctuating the heated atmosphere.

Pleasure surged through her like a wildfire, consuming her completely. Her breaths came in sharp gasps, and she felt herself teetering on the brink of ecstasy.

As he continued to thrust hard and deep, relentless in his pursuit, she surrendered to the rising tide of sensation. The world around her faded, leaving only the intoxicating union of their bodies, until finally, she was swept away in a rush of climax that left her quaking, breathless, and craving more as he drove deeper, pushing her toward another peak.

She collapsed against his chest, her entire form trembling, yet he persisted, thrusting in and out of her with relentless force. Each movement seemed to entice him further, his grip tightening on her hips as he slammed into her snug channel.

It took her a moment to find her rhythm again, but he remained hard and steamy inside her, and she trembled uncontrollably beneath his relentless pace.

His gaze was fixed intently on the sight of her bouncing hips, swallowing him whole.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, his desire heating up even more, if that was possible. Then, with a powerful thrust, he released insideher, gripping her hips tightly as he rode the high, both of them trembling and crying out as another wave of pleasure coursed through her like electrifying shakes.

Once the aftershocks began to fade, he flipped them again, his eyes locked on her face.

She looked up at him, shock evident in her expression, unable to form words as she was still recovering. To him, her pleasure-filled gaze was an invitation, making his shaft swell even more.

His fingers slipped between her legs, rubbing her swollen bundle of nerves, and she jerked beneath him, a gasp escaping her mouth as pleasure shot through her.

He tightened his hold, fingers flicking over her sensitive spot relentlessly. Her body jerked, trying to escape the overwhelming sensations, but he didn’t relent.

Aligning his hardened rod at her entrance, he slid inside, watching her face closely. He began to slide in and out at a quick pace, and his fingers continued their torment, flicking her soft nub over and over again.

Elise shivered beneath him, completely unraveling in his arms, but Xavier showed no sign of stopping. It was as though watching her come apart was the only thing that satisfied him, his gaze fixed on every trembling breath and every helpless reaction as if he could never get enough of her.

***

The Chen Manor was already alive despite the early hour.

Morning sunlight streamed through the towering windows, spilling across the polished marble floors and making the crystal chandeliers sparkle faintly. Servants moved back and forth through the enormous mansion with practiced ease. Somecarefully arranged fresh flowers inside expensive crystal vases while others dusted the antique furniture or adjusted the paintings hanging along the long hallways. From the kitchen came the faint aroma of breakfast as chefs and maids hurried to prepare the morning meal.

The manor was grand in every sense of the word. Dark walnut walls were decorated with priceless paintings collected over the years, while the high ceilings were covered with intricate hand-carved patterns that drew the eye the moment someone stepped inside. Every piece of furniture had been custom-made, every decoration carefully chosen. It was luxurious enough to leave anyone speechless, yet there was a coldness that lingered throughout the house.

The manor was magnificent.

Every inch of it reflected wealth beyond imagination.

Elegant. Cold. Intimidating.