"Beautiful," he murmurs. "So perfect."
Two thick fingers slide back and forth through my wetness, spreading it, teasing my entrance but not yet entering. I arch back, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of him.
"Please," I whisper, not recognizing my own voice, husky with need.
The fingers disappear, and before I can protest their absence, Cole is turning me to face him. He remains on his knees, looking up at me with those strangely luminous eyes, hands gripping my thighs. Without warning, he leans forward and buries his face between my legs.
The first touch of his tongue nearly buckles my knees. I gasp, one hand flying to his hair, the other bracing against the wall for support. He devours me with single-minded focus—licking, sucking, his tongue finding every sensitive spot as if he's mapped my body a thousand times before.
My legs begin to quiver, heat building low in my belly, pleasure spiraling higher with each pass of his tongue. I'm a mess: cheeksflushed, sweat beading on my forehead and between my breasts, breath coming in short, desperate pants.
"Cole, I'm—I'm close," I warn, the pressure building to an almost unbearable climax.
He either doesn't hear or chooses to ignore the warning, his pace increasing, one hand sliding up to pinch my nipple in time with the movements of his tongue. The dual sensation pushes me over the edge, and I cry out as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
I sag forward, legs weak, but Cole's hand on my stomach steadies me. He looks up, mouth glistening with my juices trickling. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I gasp, still trembling from aftershocks. "Yes. Don't stop. Please, Cole. I want all of you."
Something wild flashes in his eyes, and he rises to his full height, spinning me to face the wall again. I hear fabric rustling, then the soft thud of his underwear hitting the floor. The heat of his naked body presses against my back, and I feel the thick, hard length of him against my ass.
He's big. Thick and long, the veins prominent against my sensitive skin. For a moment, I wonder if he'll fit, but the thought dissolves into pure want. I need him inside me, need to be filled by him, claimed by him in a way I've never needed anything before.
Cole gathers my hair in one hand, gently pulling my head back to expose my neck. His lips brush my ear as he positions himself at my entrance.
"Last chance to stop me," he whispers, still giving me control even as his body trembles with restraint.
"Don't stop," I breathe, pressing back against him. "I want this. I want you."
With a sound that's more animal than human, he pushes forward, entering me with one powerful thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. The stretch is delicious, bordering on pain but quickly melting into pleasure as my body adjusts to his size.
For a moment, he's still, giving me time to accommodate him. Then he begins to move, each thrust deeper than the last, hitting places inside me I didn't know existed. His grip on my hair tightens, his other hand splayed across my stomach, holding me in place as he claims me mercilessly.
The power in his body is overwhelming—each thrust lifting me slightly onto my toes, his strength barely contained as he drives into me again and again. I can barely breathe, barely think beyond the sensation of being completely filled, completely possessed.
Cole roars. An actual roar that sounds nothing like a human voice, and the sound should frighten me but instead sends a new wave of arousal coursing through me.
"You feel incredible," he growls, his rhythm steady. "So tight. So perfect."
"You too," I manage, my voice weak and trembling in between moans. "So good, Cole. So big."
"You're mine," he says, the words sounding like both statement and revelation. "Mine."
"Yes," I gasp, meeting his thrusts with my own movements. "Yours. Whatever you want. I'm yours."
No man has ever made me feel like this—so desired, so complete, so utterly consumed. It's as if he's touching not just my body butsomething deeper, something essential that I didn't know was missing until now.
I feel him swell inside me, impossibly larger, as his release approaches. My own pleasure builds in response, a tightening coil ready to snap.
"Cum for me," he commands.
Chapter 9 - Cole
"Cum for me," I command, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears.
Ruby responds instantly, her inner walls clenching around me as she cries out. The sensation triggers my own release. Violent and overwhelming, my entire body tensing as I empty myself inside her with a roar that echoes through the cabin.
For a moment, everything is perfect. Complete. Her body trembling against mine, her scent filling my lungs, the knowledge that I've claimed her, that she's mine in the most primal way.
