Page 87 of Between Love & Ruin

I love to see her just as desperate for me as I am for her.

“You are so beautiful,” I kiss her breast. I swirl my tongue on her aerola, and she rewards me with the most beautiful groan.

“I think I should thank your ex,” I say with a smirk, tugging on her nipple, and she gasps.

“Because I get to be with you now,” I kiss her stomach. “Because I get to be the only man who does this.”

I kiss her navel.

“I am going to be the only man who does this.” I press a kiss on top of her clit, and she rolls her eyes. “Am I right?”

She doesn’t answer, so I slap her sensitive core, and she looks at me, surprise filled in her eyes.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Now keep your eyes on me when you come on my face.”

I bury my face in my sweet heaven then. I lift her thighs to lock them around my head so she has nowhere to go. She groans as I lick her up and down. I swirl my tongue on her clit as I work my way inside her with my fingers.

She arches under me, and I groan when her taste starts hitting my tongue. Just like everything else—she is perfect here too.

“Dominic—” she moans.

“Yes, cara mia?” I ask.

“Please make me come.”

I feel her tightening around my fingers so I pull away.

“Why?” she cries, and I chuckle.

“This is your punishment,” I whisper, licking her lips. “You don’t get to come so quick.”

She makes a displeased sound.

“Please, baby,” she whispers, and my heart skips a beat. She cups my face and presses a kiss on my cheeks, then on my jaw, and I relish in the feeling. “Please don’t do this. Please make me come. Only you can.”

A primal, guttural sound leaves my lips, hearing that. A sick part of me feels happy and proud knowing only I can do this to her.

“Fuck, you know what to say to me, don’t you?”

She smiles at that, and that quite literally undoes me.

I thrust my fingers deep into her, and she closes her eyes at the sudden intrusion.

“Now, I will make you come.”

I sink down on her and kiss her where she needs me the most. It doesn’t even take her too long before she is convulsing on my face.

I drink her up, licking up every last bit of her release before making my way up her body.

She buries her face in my chest, and I let her relax for a while.

“I love you, Mr. Wolfe.”

I smile hearing that. I could die hearing those words over and over again.