Page 132 of Ruined

“I’ve missed you, baby.”

Luca’s body arched into me.

I pushed forward, the pressure building as I forced myself inside, feeling him stretch around me. Luca gasped, his body tensing as I filled him. My chest pressed against his back.

I held still for a moment, letting him adjust. “Fuck, Luca. You feel so damn good.”

I pulled back before pushing in again.

Luca’s head fell forward, a low moan escaping his lips. His grip on the wall tightened as he arched back to meet each thrust. A ragged gasp escaped his lips. His head dropped forward. I pulled out slowly, my chest still pressed to his back.

I flipped him around. His eyes went wide, chest heaving, but I didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath. I crushed my mouth to his, my tongue forcing its way inside. My hands gripped his sides, rough and demanding, and I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze.

“This is what I wanted to do to you that night,” I growled.

I dropped to my knees, my fingers trailing down his sides until they reached his hips. I leaned in, my mouth brushing against the inside of his thigh, teasing just to watch him squirm.

Then I took him into my mouth. The slick sound of my mouth working over him filled the air. His taste was addictive and I wanted more. My tongue swirled deliberately, drawing a ragged groan from his throat that shot straight to my cock. His fingers fisted in my hair, tugging hard enough to sting.

“Dom.”

“You like that?” I muttered, pulling back.

“Fuck, yes.”

I smirked, licking a slow stripe along his length, savoring the way his body jerked against me. “Good, because I’m not stopping until you give me everything.”

His head thumped back against the tile, his jaw clenched as he let out a shaky breath.

I took him deeper, swallowing him down until I could feel him pressing against the back of my throat. My own need pulsed with every ragged sound he made. His scent mixed with the musky undertone of his arousal.

“Dom, I’m—I’m gonna?—”

I didn’t let up as I worked him over, drawing every ounce of pleasure from him. His release hit with a guttural groan, his entire body shuddering as he spilled into my mouth. I took everything he gave, the taste of him searing into my senses.

I stood slowly, savoring the way Luca sagged against the bathroom wall, his chest heaving, his lips parted. His eyes wereglassy, his pupils blown wide as he tried to catch his breath. I wiped the corner of my mouth.

I stepped forward, gripping his neck with just enough pressure to make him swallow hard. My thumb brushed against the pulse hammering under his jaw.

I pulled him out of the bathroom and into the dimly lit hallway. My grip wasn’t harsh, but it wasn’t soft either. He was never walking away from me again.

The bedroom door swung open under my shoulder. I led him in without breaking stride, my grip on his neck tightening. When we reached the bed, I turned and shoved him back.

He went down hard, sprawling across the sheets. His hoodie rode up, revealing a strip of skin over his hips, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from lingering there. The rise and fall of his chest, the flush creeping up his neck—it all screamed surrender.

He sucked in a breath as I kissed down his neck, letting my teeth scrape just enough to make him shudder. His growl shot through me, and I dragged my tongue over his pulse, feeling it race.

Mine.

I lifted his legs over my shoulders, the angle pulling a groan from him. My fingers gripped his thighs. Ineededhim closer. I lined up and pushed inside him, his body tightening around me like he was made for me.

“Christ, Luca. So tight.”

I didn’t ease him into it. My head was gone, every rational thought burned away by the feel of him wrapped around me.

Luca’s back arched, his hands twisting in the sheets. He was beautiful like this, and I wanted to keep him pinned under me.

“You’re mine,” I growled against his throat. “Say it.”