Ruin: The Waking (14 page)

“Oh God, Ruin.” Isadore arched her back
, latched her leg higher on his thigh, and pulled his hair as he groaned and tugged at her nipple with his teeth. His finger again rammed something deep inside her that brought sinful curses with demanding begs for what she’d sworn to never do.

She watched in a haze as he kissed his way down her stomach
, his fingers raking her sides as he did. Desperate whimpers overtook her at seeing his intent and her hands blindly searched along the wall for something to hold on to.

Kneeling before her,
Ruin slid her panties slowly down, like a man who’d reached something sacred. “Isadore,” he whispered, staring at her privates as he gently lifted her leg along the wall. Jesus, could she come from anticipation? Her body said yes, very possibly. She held her breath, suddenly worried what he thought of her most secret parts. She’d shaved them. Done it at her last shower. To keep it cleaner, it was easier. It was
not
for this right here. She swallowed as he stroked his fingers softly over the bare folds until she strained for more of his touch. Then he turned his eyes up to her, the look in them drawing a whimper. The caramel flecks in the center seemed to glow, making the bright green look darker. But right there at the surface was an innocent and open hunger, the look of a man’s first time at the forbidden fruit. The idea that she was his only, slammed her with relief and joy.

His hand slowly moved over her abs, palm in full contact until he reached her
breast. Keeping his gaze on hers, he leaned in and grazed his parted lips very slowly over her aching folds. As if it was more than he could stand, his beautiful eyes drifted closed and those black brows drew together hard. Hot shaky breaths preceded his kisses. Starting with her folds, he kissed innocently, with small nips, then he parted his lips more, nibbling with them, then gently sucking.

Isadore tilted her hips to reach more of his gorgeous mouth, he
r cries growing with the sudden grip he had on her leg, biting into her muscle. The hand on her breast kneaded with a perfect pressure, his palm a constant friction on the tip of her nipple, sending shards of heat through her body, and her poor mind into delirium.

“Ruin,” she gasped, need
making her crazy.

He groaned on her, his tongue coming out to play finally, a wicked little fire at the tip of her clit.

“Oh God,” she cried. Yes, that, more, more.

With a growl, he abandoned her breast and clamped onto her other leg, lifting her a little so that her ass and upper thigh was in his strong hand,
those fingertips biting hard everywhere the connected to her. “This is mine, Isadore.”

And then he dove on her
. He thrust his tongue inside her body pressing his nose into her clit. Isadore thrashed her head, gasping
yes, yes, Ruin, yes.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt or experienced
, the sound and feel of his hunger, the way his lips and tongue moved like a fire storm over her parts, and God, the frantic pace in which he did all of it lit her body up with uncontrollable quivers. He made a groan right on her that said he felt it coming, knew it, and he craved it, fought for it like a warring lover, his hot white fire weaving strength and hope into her soul.

She came undone on his mouth
finally, unashamed and very loudly. She came so very long, she’d never had such a long ecstasy before. She finally became aware of his hot breaths, blasting against her sensitive folds, followed with the softest kisses. While fighting to catch her breath and her mind, her body decided to become overrun in that second with estrogen and her breaths turned to gasps and soon sobs.

Ruin suddenly held her in his arms, held her entire body up,
a large hand cradling the back of her head tight to his shoulder, his arm a band of steel around her. “Shhh, I have you Isadore. You’re mine. You belong to me.” He pressed his mouth to her ear as he said it and the estrogen suddenly morphed into need. The need to do the same to him. To be his first. To taste him. Bring him pleasure.

The notion that she was sinning lingered in the shadows but the need to obey the urge was too great. Too
god blessed great. Even as she fought out of his arms and pushed him against the wall she knew there was no stopping her. He watched Isadore, his face hard and beautiful as she kissed her way down his body, her lips sucking, tongue lashing with hunger, nails raking. Oh dear God, he tasted so good that she wanted to weep.

On her knees, he let her do it all, and gasped when she finally got his pants down and set his erection free. “Isadore,” he choked as her hands went around it, “I don’t…”

She looked up at him, freezing on her knees at seeing his tattoos on fire. “Oh God,” she whispered, looking at him. “What…what’s happening?”

He shook his head, his hands braced against the wall behind him. “I don’t know. But don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

The desperate need in his words wiped her fear away and she took hold of him in both hands, her eyes on the heaving muscles of his torso. She wasn’t afraid. It was odd, like looking at a surreal fantasy. She closed her eyes and slid the head of his erection along her lips and Ruin growled. She looked up to find his head back and the muscles in his neck standing out. So beautiful. Every bit of him.

She filled her mouth with him and he erupted in choked groans his fingers tangling in her hair, stopping her
. She turned her eyes up and found his mouth hard, clamped tight. She moaned on him and began sliding him in and out, licking slowly around the thick head. “Isadore!” he gasped, looking into her eyes now, holding her head between his hands. He pumped his hips and the way his mouth hung open and forehead crimped in agony, the way he watched her take him with an eagerness was insanely arousing.

She stroked his balls with her nails
, hoping it was okay to do. He let out a sharp growl and removed himself from her mouth. “Stop!”

Isadore jumped
. His angry tone shattered the mood and he suddenly put his hands on his head and paced, hissing like he was in pain, the tattoos on his body changing to nearly white.

Isadore slowly stood,
a feeling of shame creeping into her mind at what she was doing. She’d done what she’d sworn not to do, she gave in to the flesh and—

“Stop it!”
He spun to her. “I’m
begging
you.”

Isadore jumped again
. He’d hissed the words right in her face. “What am I doing?” she barely whispered, so confused.

“You’re… making me need it
, need to do what you don’t want to do.”

“What
… don’t I want?”

“To
fuck
!” he said. “You don’t want to fuck me and yet you do, your mind and your body they don’t agree, Isadore, when your mind agrees, your body doesn’t, your body agrees but your mind won’t and never are either the same at the same time! It’s driving me
crazy!
” He paced again, grabbing handfuls of his beautiful hair. “And on top of that I seem to have this
need
to
not
give myself pleasure, it’s like…there is something that tells me to…
punish.
Something. Something is wrong and needs to be punished and my power nearly jumps out of my body at the point when I need to release and says
not you! Not you, you don’t deserve it!
” He gasped, looking at her, the face of a man who’d just witnessed a horrific tragedy. “Not me, Isadore.” He placed his hand on his chest, appearing so confused. “Who am I Isadore? That I need to be punished?”

“Punish
ed?”

Chapter Fourteen

Ruin couldn’t believe she’d just repeated him. He reminded himself that it was just a habit she had. “
Punish me!” he slapped his chest with his palm now, needing desperately for her to understand. “I need to punish me. It’s like I want you to want me only to use it to punish myself. I thought I needed to please you but…now I don’t know.” He looked at her, rage beginning to take him. “I don’t
know!
” And how sick he was of not knowing or knowing everything that wasn’t worth knowing!

“Good
God
man,
calm down
.” The shower curtain behind them yanked open then quickly shut back with Isadore’s scream. “My apologies Miss Isadore, please clothe yourself,” Caliber grumbled.

“Are you kidding?” Isadore gasped before scrambling for her robe hanging on the back of the door.

Ruin was torn between killing the man-being, and hugging him. He was there to help, he could feel it, thankfully for Caliber.

“She’s done,” Ruin said. “Why are you here?”

“I think you know,” Caliber turned and gave him a side glance with those gray eyes that matched his stringy silver hair. Ruin realized at that point its disarray. Like he’d been running.

“What’s going on?”

Caliber glanced at Isadore then him. “We have a problem.”

An emotion hit him that he recognized but wasn’t entirely familiar with
, It made him want to shake the information out of the man instantly.

As though sensing it, Caliber leveled his gaze at him. “Best to not even
think
that if you value your human body functions.”

The threat registered loudly with his human instincts and he suddenly lacked the oxygen in the small space not intended for three adult bodies. “Outside. I
sadore comes with us?” He had the sense to ask at the very least.

Caliber’s face erupted in a huge false grin. “O
h, of course.” He nodded too much it seemed with bright eyes. “Isadore most definitely comes with us.”

To be continued