Page 115 of Trapped By the Blood Ruby

“Good—yes?”

“Yes!” I cried, each breath coming faster. “Yes.”

“Good. Ride my hand. Take your pleasure.”

I did exactly that. My hips bucked, turning wild. He made a hungry sound, then began sucking on the skin around my pulse. I was overly aware of his lips, caught up in every sensation.

Tingles built at the base of my spine.

Laurent scissored his fingers in and out, putting the perfect pressure against my inner walls. Little sounds escaped my lips. I didn’t care. I chased my pleasure, letting him bring me to the brink. He growled every time I responded to something I liked.

“Why are you holding back?” he demanded, scowling.

“I don’t… I… I…”

I never wanted this to end. I tried to keep the pressure from exploding—tried to fight it. I wanted this to last forever.

But my body betrayed me.

“Give it to me,” he commanded. “Come for me.”

My core tightened, tingles shooting up my spine.

“That’s it, little flower,” he crooned. I detonated, riding his hand shamelessly. Stars burst across my vision. I twisted my fingers through the strands of his hair, gripping him hard.

“Perfect. Just like that.” His movements slowed as he guided me through each wave of pleasure. Each breath was a gasp. I found myself clinging to him as he slid his hand free, lifting his fingers to his lips, licking them clean. I could only stare.

“Almost the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Laurie!” I hesitated. “What’s… What’s the best?”

“Your blood, little flower.” There was very little silver remaining in his irises. “It has ruined me for all other tastes.”

“Oh.” A wondrous sigh escaped my lips.

He brushed my hair from my face, dragging his thumbs across my cheekbone. “Tired, sweetheart?”

“Sleepy,” I managed, leaning forward to seek him out. He tucked me against him. I was tall, so he cradled my head against his, his hand splayed over the back of my skull.

My breaths began to slow. I blinked, fighting to keep my eyes open as my eyelids grew heavier.

“Let’s get you to bed.” When he lifted me to my feet, his eyes lingered over my naked lower half. Suddenly shy, I made to reach for my leggings. He hooked his hands around the back of my thighs, freezing me in place, then leaned in and gave my left hipbone a kiss, then the right. His lips found the center of my tummy, but this time his kiss was openmouthed so that I felt his tongue.

“Unless you’re coming to bed with me, I suggest you refrain,” I somehow managed to say, because this was making me heated all over again.

He chuckled, then released me. I scooped up my clothes and dressed.

“Come.” He led me to the bed. “I’ll tuck you in.”

His insistence made my chest expand. Being tucked in was an indulgence I’d been denied of most of my life. But that’s exactly what he did. He pressed the blankets around me, brushing his hands over my forehead before laying a gentle kiss there. “Good night, beautiful girl.”

My heart skipped a beat.

A second later, he was across the room, collecting the tray. The lights dimmed when he reached the door. “Laurie?”

“Yes, little flower?”

I hesitated. “Thank you for taking me to the cove today.”