Page 135 of River & Rue

“Come here, Princess.”

I sway into a kiss of soft reverence that tumbles into one of messy, frantic hunger. He yanks my underwear to the side. I fit his cock against me, and without a single thought but having him inside me, I sink all the way down—Way. Too. Fast.

I bite my lip on a whimper that isn’t entirely pleasure. “Shit. Give me a sec.”

“Is it the piercings? Are they too much?” River searches my face in concern, his hands poised on my thighs like he’s ready to lift me off him. Not happening.

I shake my head. “Just overestimated my ability to take a punch to the cervix.”

His lips form a cute little O of shock before he grins. “I love you so fucking much.”

“Tell that to my cervix.”

The mirth in his eyes spreads, shaking his body with silent laughter. Since I’m attached to him, I shake too. The rocking motion elicits fiery currents of pleasure, incinerating my discomfort.

I kiss him hard. “Well done.”

His confusion only lasts as long as it takes me to lift up and lower back down. Then he’s groaning and moving with me—always with me. My anchor. My heart.

I hold him tighter, rock faster. He matches my rhythm effortlessly.

“Yes, Rue. Use me.”

It doesn’t take long for an immense, ecstatic heat to coil inside me. I tumble toward a dizzying precipice, but when I find the edge, I hang helplessly. Unable to fall.

“River…”

His name is a desperate plea for something I don’t have words for—but I don’t need them. With a powerful ripple of muscle, he moves us to the edge of the couch.

“Legs around my back, ankles locked. Mmm, perfect. Such a good girl for me.”

His hands move to my ass, supporting me as he spreads his thighs. As I drop slightly, he pulls me into him. The change of angle and depth is devastating. My vision tunnels until all I see are his eyes—lust-drunk, lovestruck rings of gold around pools of black.

“I love you, River.”

“I love you too, my sweet Ruin. Kiss me.”

As our lips meet and tongues clash, he guides my hips in a tight, sinuous circle. I gasp sharply, exhaling a wanton moan, and he answers with a growl so deep it’s a purr.

“So gorgeous like this. Stuffed full of my cock, shaking and whimpering for me. Let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Hands clenched possessively on my ass, he takes complete control, grinding me against him while he works his hips. The friction on my clit shoots stars through my blood on every pass, but it’s the internal pressure from his cock that drives me slowly but surely toward oblivion.

That coiling sensation returns tenfold, the approaching cliff now terrifyingly high.

“River, I… it’s too much. I can’t…”

His arms wind around my waist, drawing me impossibly closer. Our noses brush, then our cheeks, and finally our mouths. His rough whisper floats past my lips, dripping down my throat and into my heart.

“I’ve got you, Rue—always. I’ll catch you every time. Let go.”

The coil winds even tighter, smaller.

“Oh god. Yes, yes.”

“That’s my girl. Give it to me.”

My muscles petrify. My lungs seize. Reality condenses, then explodes into searing electric waves. I scream into River’s shoulder as I spasm around him. Short, powerful thrusts carry me over the crests, prolonging the pleasure until I’m a shaking wreck.