Page 138 of Velvet Corruption

"Jesus… I’m gonna… Fuck!"

I couldn’t hold back; I didn’t want to hold back. I shifted, tilting my hips so I hit deeper, grinding once and then again as everything clenched impossibly tight around me.

She froze, teetering right at the edge, and then let out a sound that was half sob and half scream as she came hard, spasming over me in waves. Her nails dug into my shoulders like an anchor point—a way to hold on to herself or pull me in deeper.

“Ruby,” I breathed, feeling her shudder and crack open and break.

Every desperate inch of restraint disappeared. I was lost to it: the slippery friction, the hunger and heat and her body clinging to mine in fits of blinding pleasure.

“Fuck…fuck, Ruby, I’m not gonna last long—”

“Yes,” she said, her voice low, breathy. “Yes. Come inside me.”

Everything crashed in hard surges, white and hot and unstoppable. I thrust into her, reckless now, coming faster than I wanted but not fast enough to stop the explosion inside of me. Her name tore out of my mouth, rough and raw, as I flooded into her, every inch of me lost in the dizzying haze of it.

We were a frantic mess of bodies and flowing water, barely keeping it together even as we both came completely apart. The tiles were cold beneath my hands, her skin so warm against mine that I thought I'd break with it. Everything felt fused between us: bones and blood and breath.

I held still when it was over, feeling the twitch of her muscles wrapped around me like my own pulse, the low thrum of aftershock tremble through us both. I stayed inside her, not willing to let go yet.

Thinking to myself…I wasn’t going to.

Not ever.

She kissed me again—soft this time, gentle—even though we both knew there might not be gentle left if we kept going.

I lowered her down carefully until she was standing on her own again, my arms still braced around her like she’d fall if I let up for even a second.

Her cheek rested against my chest, and she exhaled like she was letting go of something heavy. Like maybe it was me. The thought clenched in my gut.

“What would your father say?” she murmured after a moment.

“To which part?”

She laughed again, that same breathless sound. “Sex with the DA?”

“Don’t know. Glad he’s dead,” I replied. “But he’d probably start by shooting me.”

“Will your brother?”

I cocked my head, tucking another strand of wet hair behind her ear as I watched her face. “Are you worried about me, Ruby?”

"Maybe.”

“Don’t be.”

Her hand brushed my jaw, then traveled down my chest. She was silent as she lathered soap between her fingers and started on my abs, hot water sluicing over us both. It ached when she found the cut on my ribs, but she was gentle, careful.

She was the only person who had ever been gentle with me.

Fuck, I wanted to keep her.

Her touch stilled after a while, the shower running long and static around us. I opened one eye to find her looking at me with that same unreadable expression.

"Areyouworried about you?" she whispered.

I kissed the corner of her mouth instead of answering—just enough to taste her, just enough to make her sigh against me.

“You didn’t answer my question.”