Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(121)

Child, be careful…when you let him into your body, you also let him into your heart.

I pushed the thought away, knowing it was something that Grams would say. I wasn’t trying to form any kind of bond with Laish—I couldn’t even if I wanted to. We were just making love to pay the Sin Tax—weren’t we?

Well, for whatever reason we were doing it, I wanted more. I liked the feeling of him inside me—it made me feel hot and powerful somehow, maybe because I was the one in charge of the penetration. At any rate, I was no scared little virgin—I’d had years to imagine this moment and right now I just wanted it to never end.

I started to lower myself down some more but Laish caught me by the hips.

“Slowly, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Take it slowly, darling—an inch at a time.”

I didn’t want to go slow but I couldn’t deny the exquisitely erotic charge I got from feeling another thick inch of his shaft penetrate my overheated *. And then another and another. Laish paused often, possibly waiting to see if the barrier would break but maybe just to give me time to get used to his thickness inside me. I could feel him stretching my inner walls but in a good way—it hurt just a tiny bit but it also felt amazing, being opened by him.

In fact, I didn’t feel any real pain until the moment he finally bottomed out inside me with the broad head of his cock pressing against the end of my channel. The moment that happened, I felt a sharp little pain—almost a bite—if that makes any sense, deep inside me.

“Oh!” I gasped and jerked in his arms.

Laish looked at me with concern.

“What is it, mon ange? Are you having pain? Do you wish me to pull out?”

“No…no, it’s all right.” The sharp little pain had faded as quickly as it had come. It reminded me of the way girlfriends of mine had described their first time when a guy pierced their hymen. But owing to my childhood accident, I didn’t have that—so what was the pain about?

“Are you sure you’re all right?” Laish asked again. He was holding perfectly still, watching me closely. “I don’t want you to have any pain, mon ange. Please tell me if you are.”

“I did but it was only for a minute,” I said. “I don’t know what it was but it’s over now.”

“You’re certain?” He looked at me sternly. “Tell me honestly.”

“I am,” I promised. “It doesn’t hurt at all now. I just feel kind of really…full.” I had never had anything so large inside me before and it took a moment of adjustment to get used to. I could feel him stretching my inner walls without even moving—he was throbbing within me, his thickness opening me completely, owning me utterly in a way no man had ever done.


“Look down,” Laish murmured, nodding to the place where we were joined. “Look and see me filling you completely, Gwendolyn.”

I did as he said and bit back a little gasp at the erotic sight of his thick cock thrust to the root inside my *.

“Can you feel me inside you, mon ange?” Laish murmured, his eyes burning into mine. “Can you feel the head of my cock kissing the mouth of your womb?”

“Y-yes,” I whispered brokenly. “Goddess, it feels so good…so right.”

“It feels right to me too, my darling,” he said softly.

“But it’s still not enough to pay the Sin Tax and break the barrier,” I said.

He shook his head. “No, it seems we must go even further. You must f*ck yourself on me, mon ange.”

“I…I…” I hardly knew what to say. Of course it was my sin so I had to be the one committing it but it seemed so lewd, somehow, to work myself on him like that, to pump up and down and press his thick cock in and out of my * so shamelessly.

“Do not worry, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “I will help you soon but you must set the rhythm—you must start the act yourself.”

“All right.” Biting my lip in concentration, I gripped his broad shoulders hard and raised myself up a few inches. I could feel part of his thickness slipping out of me and then I came back down, feeling the wide head press hard against the end of my channel again. It felt even better than I had imagined so I did it again…and then again.

“Gods…” Laish groaned, his hands tightening on my hips. “Yes, that’s right, mon ange—ride me. Ride my cock with your sweet, hot cunt—f*ck yourself on my shaft.”

His deliciously naughty words turned me on, making me want to do even more. But I couldn’t do it alone.

“Help me,” I told him, gripping his shoulders tighter. “Help me, Laish. Fuck me. Please, I…I want you to. I need you too.”

He seemed to like it when I talked dirty back to him. His eyes glowed like ruby coals and his grip on my hips tightened even more.

“As my lady wishes,” he growled and then he was thrusting up into me, meeting the rhythm I had set and adding his own to it. Then he pulled me close and sucked one of my sensitive peaks into his mouth, pressing hard and deep inside me as he suckled my nipple until I thought I would die or explode or both.

“Laish…Laish!” I moaned, burying my fingers in his hair and urging him on. “Please, yes…please, more.”

He released my nipple for a moment.

“I’ll give you more, mon ange. I’ll give you as much as you can handle…and beyond.” Then he sucked my other nipple into his mouth and began thrusting even more deeply into me, pounding hard as though he wanted to leave an imprint of himself—as though he wanted to own me completely and leave his mark on me to prove that ownership.