Page 62 of Ruthless Touch

Then she’s jerking against me, body quivering in my grip.

Pussy warm, wet, hot as it clenches me harder than ever.

I hit my final stride. A roar rumbles from my chest, all lust and testosterone and pent-up energy as I go fucking crazy. My hips slam into her like a machine, and the pleasure reaches a breaking point.

I sink deep into her warm, velvety pussy and then realize I can’t hold it a second longer. My release rushes through me and erupts all at once.

We collapse together, desperately husking air back into our lungs.

I roll onto my side and drag Elise closer, our slick naked bodies fitting perfectly together.

She peers up at me with eyes wide and lips parted, like her mind has been blown and she can’t process what’s happened.

I cup her cheek and kiss her lips gently, a direct contrast to what we’ve just done.

All the aggression and roughness.

Minutes pass as our heartbeats settle and we cuddle together, limbs entangled like we’ve melted into one.

It’s maybe the most peaceful moment of my life. The first real time I’m able to appreciate the calm and enjoy the fact that I’m with the woman I’ve become obsessed with.

Nothing and no one stand between us. We’ve truly given into each other.

For one perfect second, I forget who we are.

My brain’s still stuck in the fog she dragged me into—nails, teeth, that mouth full of venom and hands that are lethal.

Sweat slicks my skin and heat pulses in my blood.

It all feels too fucking real to be a mistake. I reach for her without thinking. I want to wrap her up in my arms and memorize this moment before she remembers she’s supposed to hate me.

As soon as my hand slides across her stomach to pull her even closer, she goes stiff.

Too late.

“Goyangi,” I murmur hoarsely. “Stop fighting it and c’mere. We’ve fought enough with our bodies for one night. Let’s enjoy the moment.”

But it’s like Elise has woken up from whatever spell she’s been under. She pushes my hands away and quickly rises to her feet to collect her clothes. I sit up to watch her.

“Really? You’re doing this now?” I ask. “Get back in bed, feline.”

“I’m not getting back in your bed, Rhee.”

“And why not?”

“Because it’s not where I belong. I never should’ve… I never should’ve let any of this happen in the first place.

“I wish I could say I knew what you were talking about,” I sigh, exhausted by the warring.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. These blurred lines. This was a huge mistake.”

“What we just did now?”

She ignores me as she begins dressing.

I scrub a hand over my face.

But it’s not lost on me that Goyangi-ne sounds more disgusted with herself than anything else, like she can’t believe she let herself give in to what’s been building between us for days.