Page 12 of Ruin (Villains for Hire)

F uck, she was beautiful.

Every inch of her was a work of art, from the curve of her lips to the slender lines of her neck. He could hardly believe she was here with him, that she wanted this. She was perfection incarnate, and he felt wholly fucking unworthy to even breathe the same air.

Of course, that wasn’t gonna stop him.

Holding her gaze, he bent slowly, savoring the anticipation, and wrapped his lips around one erotically pink nipple. She gasped, arching into him as he sucked on the sensitive peak, swirling just the very tip of his tongue around it. The taste of her skin, salty-sweet and intoxicating, drove him wild.

He groaned, moving to the other breast to lavish it with the same fervent attention. Back and forth, he continued to tease until her hips were thrusting uncontrollably against the mattress.

“Ruin,” Lira whimpered, high and pleading, clutching at his shoulders.

When he didn’t relent, she surprised the fuck outta him by rearing up and sucking the tip of his ear into her mouth, flicking it with her slick little tongue.

A growl tore up his throat and his eyes rolled back. Unable to stop himself, he surged up her body and bucked roughly between her splayed thighs.

Baring his fangs, he narrowed his eyes down at her and hissed, “Careful.”

“Nuh uh,” she immediately retorted.

Sitting back on his heels with a snort, he demanded, “Then say it, little bird. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck this tight little cunt.”

Lira's cheeks flushed a deeper pink, but she nodded without hesitation. “Yes, I want it. I want you to fuck me.”

Ruin groaned, half in relief, half in anticipation, and reached for a pillow to tilt her hips up towards him. The new angle put her glistening pussy on full display.

Godsdamn.

His shaft looked massive compared to her tiny opening, and he was suddenly skeptical if they’d fit together. Swallowing hard, he struggled to regain some semblance of control.

When he felt marginally less feral, he took himself in hand. Slowly, so very fucking slowly, he pressed the fat head of his cock against her entrance. Lira's breath hitched as he eased just the tip inside her wet heat.

“Fuuuck,” Ruin hissed.

She was so tight, gripping him like a vise. He had to clench his jaw to keep from slamming home in one hard thrust.

No. He'd take his time with her. Make it good. Treat this like the gift it was.

His breath came in ragged pants as he held himself still for a beat, then pushed another fraction of an inch deeper. The sensation of her slick little pussy fluttering around him, squeezing the fuck outta him, drew a guttural moan from low in his chest.

“That's it, little bird,” he growled. “You're takin’ me so well. Such a good female.”

Lira whimpered at the praise, her pupils blown wide, leaving only the thinnest ring of green. Ruin felt her relax under him, allowing him to sink in just a little farther.

Gods. She’d only taken half the head, and it felt better than anything he’d ever experienced.

“So tight. So fuckin’ wet for me.”

“Yess,” she panted, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths even as the rest of her seemed to melt against the bed. “Only for you.”

His hips jerked involuntarily at her words. The movement pushed the flared head of his cock fully inside her. Lira sucked in a sharp breath and he clenched his fists hard enough to make his knuckles creak.

Seeing only pleasure on her face, he rocked his hips in tiny, measured movements, working himself incrementally deeper.

“That’s it, my sweet. Relax and lemme in.”

The friction was incredible, Lira's silken walls gripping him like a glove. His eyes damn near crossed as he felt her inner muscles flutter around him. He could feel every quiver, every pulse as her body adjusted to his girth. Sweat beaded on his brow as he restrained himself from plunging deeper.

“Please,” she whimpered, arching her hips to try to take more of him, but he held them firmly, preventing her from shoving herself down over him.

“Ssst, I've got you,” he soothed, stroking her thighs.

Some of the edgy desperation left her expression at his words, her eyes filled with a mix of trust and burning desire. She believed in him, that he’d make this good for her, that he’d take care of her. That belief was a weight on his chest, a reminder to control the beast within.

As a reward to them both, he sank a little deeper into her tight channel. Lira choked out a moan, her thighs tensing under his palms.

“That’s it, love. I'll make you come so good. This pretty pussy'll drench me with all you got. Just lemme in a bit farther. Just an inch more. You can take an inch. Say yes, my sweet. You need it, don't you?”

Lira nodded frantically, those pretty eyes glazed with lust. “More. I need more.”

Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp when he gave her what she needed. He could feel her stretched to the limit around him, her slick walls gripping him like a vise.

“Are you all the way inside me?”

Looking down, he eyed his cock, still halfway outside her, and tried not to grimace. “Uh… not quite.”

She bit her lip and whimpered, clutching at the sheets. Her pussy spasmed around him, and he realized she was trying to stave off an orgasm until she’d taken all of him. Godsdamn if that sudden understanding didn’t almost make him lose the control that was already tenuous at fucking best.

“Gods, bird, fuckin’ killin’ me,” he hissed under his breath. Louder, to her, he rasped, “Just a bit more. I know you can take it. Want to be all the way inside you, fill you up so good.”

He stroked her inner thighs, then slid one hand up her ribs to cup a small breast, dipping the other between her legs.

Drunk on the feel of her, the sight of her, he caressed the lips of her pussy, stretched so deliciously around him, then roughly stroked the remainder of his cock still outside her before returning to pet her pretty pinkness.

Fuck, she was addictive.

“Please,” Lira breathed, her fingers clutching at the sheets.

Bracing himself on one hand, he leaned down, arching his back upward to press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone.

“I got you,” he murmured against her skin. “Gonna make you feel so good, I promise. Just lemme in a little more.”

Easing his hips back and forward, he gradually gained ground with each stroke, watching Lira's face intently for any sign of discomfort. There was none to be found. The moans and cries spilling from her lips were pure pleasure, and when she sank her nails into his back, it was to pull him closer.

“That's it,” he panted. “You're takin’ me so well.”

A little faster, a little deeper, now. The wet slide of her slick channel around him sent sparks of pleasure racing up his spine.

Bowing his back, he peered between their bodies and watched in awe as his cock disappeared into her tight opening before withdrawing, slippery and glistening with both their arousal. The sight of them together nearly undid him.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he growled, voice rough with need. Waves of pleasure washed over him with each thrust, the pain from the poison a long-distant memory.

“Mm, gods, yes. So do you.”

Straightening his arms, he drank in the sight of her—cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with bliss, pale breasts bouncing enticingly with his careful plunges. All of his senses were heightened to the extreme, and all were zoomed in on her.

Unfurling his long tongue, he laved one sensitive peak, timing the licks with the gradually quickening rock of his hips. Lira sucked in a sharp breath and clutched at his forearms, writhing beneath him as much as she could manage.

Her expressions, gasps, every twitch and movement of her body told him what she liked best, guided him, directed him on how to move, how fast and hard she liked it.

Gods, she was so fuckin’ close to the edge.

“Can you feel how deep I am, love? How much of me you've got inside you?”

She nodded frantically, sliding her hands up to dig her fingers into his shoulders. “So full. You're so big. More,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please, Ruin.”

Fuuuck.

Every inch of his skin tightened at her breathy supplication. He had to stop moving or he would’ve filled her with his cum right then and there. Breathing deeply, he shifted his weight to one hand and reached between them with the other.

Finding that little bead of flesh at the top of her slit, he circled it with the tips of his fingers.

“Ruin!”

“Yisss, come for me,” he commanded. “Lemme see it.”

With a cry, she shattered. Her inner walls clamped down on him as waves of pleasure wracked her small frame. He groaned at the sensation, fighting to hold back his own release.

“That's it,” he praised roughly. “So fuckin’ beautiful. My perfect little bird.”

As her climax subsided, her body relaxed around him, both of them soaked with her slick.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “So wet for me. You want more, don't you? Want me to fill you up completely?”

“Please, yes!”

The wet sounds of their coupling filled the air, punctuated by their shared moans and gasps. The world narrowed to her and only her. He was obsessed, fixated on the idea of being fully sheathed inside her. Just a bit more and he'd be buried to the hilt.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he growled. “Stuff this tight little cunt full of my cock. You want that, don't you? Want me to fuck you full?”

“Yes!” Lira cried. “Please, Ruin. I need it. Need you.”

“That's it, love. Take it all. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

She cried out as he bottomed out inside her, grinding his hips against hers. He shuddered at the intensity of the sensation, fighting back his impending release. Fuck, but he wanted to cum inside her, to flood her little pussy with so much of his seed it poured back out.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “So deep. So fuckin’ deep inside you.”

“So full,” she gasped.

Setting a steady rhythm, he drove into her over and over, forcing airy cries from her lips with every thrust. Between one stroke and the next, he sat back on his heels and gripped her waist, nearly spanning its entire width.

Without missing a beat, he slid his hands down to her thighs and spread her legs wider, only to choke on a growl at the sight of her pussy, pink and dripping with arousal, lips clinging to him as he withdrew.

“Look at that,” he rumbled. “See how well you take me? How perfectly you stretch around my cock?”

Lira whimpered, trying to pull him back inside with her heels against his ass. Ruin chuckled, a rough, dangerous sound.

“Don't worry, little bird. I'm not done with you.”

Her cries grew in pitch, and the bucking of her hips became more frantic as she matched his thrusts.

“You’re gonna cum for me again, aren’t you?”

In answer, she made a low, agonized groan, digging her nails into his legs so hard she damn near broke skin.

The delicious sting drew a snarl from him. Falling forward, he caught himself on one hand and gripped her hip with the other, tilting her just right to keep her climax from abating. Holding her steady, he fucked her deep, bucking roughly between her spread legs..

His own release built, molten heat coiling low in his belly. Tighter and tighter until, with a snarl, he buried himself to the hilt.

His entire body tensed as his orgasm crashed over him in waves of white-hot pleasure. He groaned, long and deep, as he spilled inside her, hips jerking with each pulse of his cock. His muscles locked and his vision went hazy. Every nerve ending felt electrified, sparks of bliss radiating outward from where they were joined.

Dimly, he was aware of Lira crying out beneath him, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around his length as one climax rolled into another. The rhythmic squeezing of her silken heat only prolonged his pleasure, milking him for every last drop.

As the initial intensity began to ebb, he continued to grind against her in small, instinctive movements. Aftershocks rippled through him with each subtle shift.

Breath coming in harsh pants, he slowly came back to himself. His skin tingled all over, muscles trembling. He blinked, vision gradually clearing to reveal Lira's flushed face beneath him. He could feel his release, hot and thick, leaking out around his still-hard cock, evidence of just how thoroughly he'd filled her.

With a satisfied rumble, he nuzzled into the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent. “My perfect, beautiful, savage, fearless little bird.”

Carefully, he pushed himself up with shaking arms. Sitting back on his heels, Ruin surveyed the breathtaking sight before him.

Lira lay boneless against the sheets, pale hair a tangled mess, face flushed pink, green eyes glazed. Her legs were limp and splayed wide around his hips and his still-hard cock remained buried to the hilt inside her.

With agonizing slowness, he began to withdraw, watching intently as his thickness emerged inch by glistening inch, savoring the exquisite friction as her walls clung to every one.

“What are you doing?” she murmured sleepily.

“Enjoyin’ every fuckin’ second.”

As the flared head finally popped free, a flood of pearly fluid gushed out in its wake. Ruin groaned at the erotic sight of his seed spilling from Lira's pussy, trickling down the curve of her ass to pool on the sheets below. The sheer volume was staggering—evidence of how thoroughly he'd filled her.

“Fuck me,” he breathed, cock twitching at the obscenely erotic sight.

The urge to plunge back into that inviting heat was nearly overwhelming. His hands tightened on her thighs as he fought to restrain himself.

A deep sense of primal satisfaction settled in his chest at seeing his little bird so thoroughly claimed and marked by him.

Any lingering trace of pain from the poison was gone. In its place was a profound feeling of contentment and relief. The ache in his muscles now was the pleasant soreness of vigorous activity rather than toxin-induced agony.

For the first time in perhaps his entire life, Ruin felt truly at ease.

“You alright, my love?”

A dreamy smile curled her lips. “Mmm, perfect. Just sleepy now.” She reached up to trace the sharp line of his jaw. “What about you? Are you okay?”

He brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Never been better.”

In all his years roaming the galaxy, all the battles fought and blood spilled, he'd never felt this... content. This whole. He'd never experienced anything close to this profound feeling of rightness.

The universe had always felt like a harsh, unforgiving place, one that required constant vigilance and a hardened heart to survive. But now, gazing down at Lira, Ruin felt a warmth he'd never known before.

He'd spent the whole of his adulthood dealing death and violence, yet here he was, ministering to this fragile creature with a gentleness he hadn’t known he possessed.

For the first time in his life, the restless urge to keep moving, to find the next fight, was quiet. Around her, with her, he felt at peace.

Reluctantly, he rose from the bed and padded to the small cleansing room, returning with a damp cloth. With infinite tenderness, he began to clean away the evidence of their passion, his touch reverent as he wiped the sensitive flesh. Lira stirred slightly, making a small noise of contentment before settling again.

Finished, he settled beside her on the bed, gathering her in his arms and curling himself around her, relishing the warmth of her skin against his.

He tucked one arm beneath her head to cushion it, then drew her knees up slightly to ease any lingering discomfort. Through it all, Lira's chest rose and fell in the slow, steady rhythm of deep sleep.

Touch light as a feather, he brushed the damp strands of white-blonde hair from her forehead, then traced the delicate curve of her cheekbone, thumb barely grazing the corner of her parted lips.

As sleep began to claim him, his last thoughts were of how perfectly they fit, like they were made to be in each other’s arms, and a silent vow to keep her safe, to cherish this unexpected gift the universe had granted him.