Page 209 of Sweet Ruin

He pulls out almost entirely, leaving only the head of his cock inside, before slamming back in. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of his thighs hitting my ass echoes in the quiet bedroom. My breasts bounce with the impact.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re like a vice, Lilah. You were made for me.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, my legs locking around his waist to pull him even deeper. Moans I’ve never made before are pouring past my lips.

Who’s this bold girl? Who’s this confident woman? Who is saying “More, more!” to a man who swore to ruin her life?

It’s me. Not Do-It-All Delilah, but Lilah, Kane Makov’s Lilah.

His sladkaya.

His filthy little baker.

With a raised brow, he asks to change positions, and I nod frantically because yes, yes, I need that so fucking badly.

He flips me over effortlessly, palms me in my low back until I give him the arch he wants, presenting my pussy to him. Then he enters me from behind.

At this angle, every thrust drags over my G-spot and a whole new flurry of sensations tears through me with violence.

I’m sobbing now, the pleasure too intense to bear. He reaches around and grabs my tits, squeezing them hard, his thumbs rubbing my nipples into hard peaks.

“I love how your ass looks from this angle,” he growls as he fucks me. “So round, so soft. I could fuck you like this for days and never get tired of it.” I can feel the orgasm building, a tidal wave of heat starting in my toes and rushing toward my core.

“I’m... I’m going to...”

“Come for me, Lilah! Scream for me!” he commands.

I shatter. My internal muscles clamp down on him in savage spasms, milking him as I scream his name into the pillows. The intensity of the orgasm leaves me breathless, my body twitching under his.

A moment later, Kane lets out a roar, his body stiffening as he orgasms. I regret the condom for a moment, because I want so badly to feel him fill me.

We stay like that for a long time, breathing in unison.

But Kane isn’t done.

He lifts me up, kissing me deeply, and carries me toward the bathroom. He sets me down in the large walk-in shower, turning on the water until the room is filled with steam.

Then, with neither of us having yet said a word since we climaxed, he soaps me up.

His hands roam over my curves with a reverent touch, massaging the suds into my skin. It’s body worship in its purest form. He kisses my shoulders, my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the swell of my hips.

“You are everything,” he whispers, his voice softened but still possessing that edge of obsession. “I’m never letting you go.”

He pushes me against the tiled wall, the warm water cascading over us. He enters me again, slower this time, his movements languid and sensual. He watches my face, watching the way my eyes glaze over, the way my lips part.

“Tell me what you want, Lilah. Tell me how you want it.”

“I want... I want you to make me forget everything but you,” I whisper back.

In response, he lifts one of my legs, hooking it over his hip. I’ve never been split apart like this, but as soon as the first stroke enters, I don’t know how I ever lived without it.

He begins to fuck me with a slow, grinding motion, rotating his hips to rub against my clit.

“I’m going to make you a freak, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m going to teach you exactly how much pleasure you’re allowed to have. No more hiding. No more being the ‘quiet girl’.”

He speeds up. The friction of the water and the heat of our bodies creates a slippery, erotic chaos. He’s not just fucking my body; he’s dismantling my inhibitions.

Every word of praise, every filthy command, pushes me further away from the girl I thought I was and closer to the woman he wants me to be.