Ruined

by Rena Grace

  Grey groaned at he watched her explore herself. Needing to touch her, he straddled her on the bed again. Her eyes fluttered open as his weight settled around her, and she smiled at him before closing her eyes again, her breath quickening. He took her breast in his mouth, sucking on the puckered nipple. She pushed her breast further into his mouth and in that moment her finger once again slipped near her opening. In her need to be closer to him, her finger slid inside of her.

  Her eyes flew open at this new sensation and she sucked a breath in at how amazing it felt, and when she pulled her finger back out, she whimpered, and her back arched involuntarily, the sensations were so intense. She slid her finger in and out rhythmically, finally adding a second finger, pushing herself towards ecstasy. The sight and sounds of her fingers slipping in her wetness along with her heavy breathing caused Grey to nearly go over the edge himself.

  Needing to distract himself he whispered, “Let me help.” He traveled down her body, dragging his tongue across her soft skin until he reached the curls protecting her wet center. Spreading her with his fingers he slid his tongue down the length of her, flicking her moistened nub as he did so. Her fingers stopped, coming to rest inside herself as she arched against him while he explored her with his tongue.

  He kissed her fingers, slicked with the taste of her, and whispered, “Don’t stop.”

  She started to move her fingers, but when he flicked his tongue back and forth against her pearl, now sucking it, she moaned and pulled her hand away to grip the sheets. “Please, Grey. Don’t stop. Please, don't stop.”

  Grey chuckled and took mercy on her, and using his own hand, he slid his fingers inside her, first one, then a second, spreading them as well as moving them in and out. Preparing her for his largeness that was still to come.

  His fingers inside her and his tongue alternating flicking against her and licking her nub, she gripped the sheets in her hands and tried in vain to arch against him, looking for some relief from the pressure that was building inside of her. She shook her head back and forth, nearly thrashing, and finally with one last flick of his tongue, he sent her over the edge, into the oblivion she sought.

  Saribella called out his name as she climaxed, her muscles convulsing around his fingers. She breathed heavily, her eyes closed, as she came down from the heights. When he pulled his finger out from inside her, her muscles twitched and heat flared once more inside her.

  Grey grinned, even though Saribella still had her eyes closed, and crawled back up so he could kiss her. “Insatiable, aren’t you, my little mage.”

  She was still reveling in the aftermath of her orgasm and did not notice his slip of the tongue when he called her a mage. Not quite sure what he had said, she simply said, “Hmm?”

  He grinned and bent his head to kiss her. “Are you ready, Saribella. Are you ready for me to ruin you?”

  She opened her eyes when he asked her that, their hazel depths reflecting the fire's light. Despite her fear, she wanted this. She wanted him. She knew it was right, but first she wanted to feel him. She whispered, “Almost.”

  Then she slipped her hand between them, reaching down between his legs until she grasped him. His erection had started to weaken as he pleasured her, but as soon as her small hand grasped him, it became fully erect again. Saribella ran her hand up and down him, marveling in the soft silky feel of his skin, the thickness of the shaft, and the bead of liquid the had escaped from its head. She ran her thumb lightly over the tip of him, and he hissed. She smiled and repeated the action, and he bent his head down to kiss her, gently, but firmly biting at her lower lip, momentarily distracting her from exploration. Gently he pulled her hand away, settling it on his neck and her other hand made its way to cup his cheek covered in coarse hair.

  Breaking the kiss, he bit at her earlobe and said, “I’m going to ruin you now, Saribella.”

  “Yes.”

  “You will be mine.” He reached between their bodies and gripped his shaft, guiding the tip of it to her hot center, but pressing only lightly against it.

  “I am no one's,” the words came out like a plea instead of a declaration, and she betrayed herself as she arched against him, trying to force him to enter her.

  He ground himself against her, the feeling tormenting her, and he whispered in her ear, “Brace yourself.”

  She did not understand what he meant, too lost in the pleasure, but the sharp pain brought her back to her senses. He was soon buried inside of her, and he paused, letting her sheath take him in completely.

  Saribella took a deep breath, and then another, until her body began to relax, the pain ebbing away into to a distant memory, replaced by the breathtaking feel of his hardness inside of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, and then nodded against him, their faces nearly touching as she bit his bottom lip and said, “Please, keep going.”

  He slowly pulled out of her, and she felt a trace of pain, but it quickly passed as he easily slid back into her. He moved inside her with long, slow thrusts, slowly picking up speed. Saribella met him stroke for stroke, until she became the dominant one, begging him for more. “Do not stop. Oh please, do not stop.”

  Grey changed position, just slightly, hitting a spot inside her that had her crying out in pleasure. He stroked her, stroking that point of pleasure over and over, and then he reached between her legs and ran his fingers through her folds, and this time she screamed out his name and he drove her to climax and her pleasure soared in its release. Grey pumped inside her even faster, until finally his body stilled for just a moment and then jerked as he came inside her.

  He fell on top of her exhausted, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He kissed her sweetly on the lips and then planted light kisses all over her face, surprising Saribella with his tenderness. “Oh, my little mage,” he whispered, pulling her against him, rolling onto his side, still inside of her.

  “Why do you call me that?” she whispered, snuggling into his chest.

  He tightened his arms around her. “Because you are the mage.”

  She pulled away from him in surprise, causing him to slip from her, and immediately she missed his presence from inside her, but his words were too surprising. More than anything she wanted it to be true, but how was she to know if he was telling her the truth? “Me, I’m the mage? How can you know that?”

  He pushed her hair behind her ear. “You truly did not know? Yes, Saribella, you are the mage. You have magic flowing inside of you. Did you not hear it calling me to you? I heard it calling you to me.”

  She dropped her head back onto his chest and said absently, “Sari. Call me Sari. I don’t understand. How I can possibly have magic when no one in my family has ever had it? I don't even know what I am capable of.”

  He ran his fingers through her hair, enjoying the feel of her against his chest, and delighting in the fact that she had given him the chance to call her by her chosen name. “It does not work like that. It is not passed down from your family, it is gifted randomly, or by fate if that is what you believe in. My guess is that you are only beginning to come into it. Even I do not know for certain what you will be able to do with your power.”

  “But the werewolves...”

  "Sari." He looked into her half-lidded eyes and whispered, “I promise to protect you. I will not let anything happen to you.”

  She did not know what to say, so overwhelmed by everything they had just done to each other. She simply closed her eyes and eventually the feel of his fingers toying with her hair pushed her over the edge into sleep. Once her breathing had slowed, Grey shifted so he could watch her in the dying firelight. He could not remember the last time he had anything so beautiful. After a time he fell into sleep as well, with a small smile on his lips.

  When she awoke, the morning light was beginning to shine through the window. Grey was fast asleep beside her, his arms wrapped protectively around her. She studied his face, trying to decide if any part of her regretted what had happened. She could not find a single pa
rt of her that did.

  He had been right, she had felt something pulling him to her, and she could feel that she was in the right place. Feeling brave, she ran her fingers down his cheek, smiling when he nuzzled into it. She pulled herself closer to him, so she could kiss him lightly on the mouth, wanting to know what it felt like to be the one taking charge. It was a quick kiss, and she had pulled back almost immediately, but she had awoken him. The next thing she knew he had wrapped his arms more firmly around her rolling them both other, so her back was to the mattress and he was towering over her.

  His mouth met hers in a kiss so intense that he put his entire body into it. After devouring her tongue with his, he broke the kiss only to move to her ear, biting gently at the lobe. Finally he pulled back, smiling at her. “Good morning, my little mage.”

  “Good morning,” she whispered back, a grin on her face.

  He watched the smile on her face and something tightened in his chest. He suddenly felt that he never wanted to leave this bed. He nuzzled his cheek against hers, whispering in her ear, “Now that I have ruined you, is my work here done, or may I make love to you again?”

  She slipped her hand between their bodies, and wrapped her fingers around his hardening shaft. “I insist that you do, Master Grey.”

  He groaned against her neck, and this time let her move her hand gently up and down the length of him, letting her rub her thumb occasionally over the tip of him. When he could no longer bare not touching her, he slipped his own hand between their bodies, finding her folds and slipping his fingers into them, rubbing back and forth, flicking her pearl with his fingertips, before he slid his fingers inside of her. She bent her head back and moaned, but did not stop her touch on him.

  Grey arched his hips forward, his fingers pumping in and out of her as he lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, while his free hand kneaded her other breast. She moaned again, and Grey almost lost control of his restraint. He knocked her hand away, grasped his member and found her damp sheath, pushing himself into her until he was buried to the hilt.

  She gasped, his shaft feeling both wonderful and painful in her raw, tight passage. He stopped moving inside her, his muscles bulging as he held back. “Have I hurt you?”

  She shook her head rapidly from side to side. “No. Do not stop. I need to feel you. I need you inside me. Grey, please.”

  That was all he needed to hear before he pulled his length out and then pushed it back into her, hard and quick. He pulled himself free slowly, before once again thrusting back into her quickly. Slow, quick, slow, quick. He kept up the rhythm, torturing them both, their hips arching together.

  Saribella buried her head into the crook of his neck and shoulders, biting any flesh within reach of her teeth. It was almost too much to bear and she wanted him to stop yet she desperately wanted him deeper inside of her. She felt as if she were on fire, the heat from his body burning her. She gripped the blankets tightly in her hands before she wrapped her arms around him, her fingers now digging into his back.

  “Faster, please. Grey, faster,” she moaned, her breath ragged.

  He needed little encouragement, quickening his pace until his hips were slamming into her slender ones and this time she did not even need his fingers to send her to oblivion. Just the feel of him inside her sent her over the edge and she screamed out in ecstasy. At that moment of her coming, the door was flung open.

  The servant yelped in surprise, and Saribella heard her mother’s voice. “Frances, what is it? Did you find her?”

  Before Grey could even stop his body from thrusting, he found his own release, just as Lady Greenley, along with her handmaid, walked through the door into his room.

  “Saribella?” Her mother exclaimed, her hands flying to her mouth in shock. “What have you done?”

  Grey kissed Saribella’s temple, whispering, “Be strong, my little mage. You can do this.” He pulled away from her then, his still-hard member slipping noisily from her damp center. He could do little to hide his bare body from Lady Greenley but he grabbed the sheet as he rolled onto his back, covering the both of them.

  Shaking from both fear and ecstasy, Saribella faced her mother, sitting upright on the bed, covering her breasts with the sheet as she did so. “You would not listen to me, Mother. I told you I did not want to marry Thomas, and now I cannot."

  Lady Greenley barked at the servant to leave and the terrified girl left without a word, shutting the door behind her. She turned back to her naked daughter. “You have ruined yourself over that? You have ruined yourself to escape a life with a good man. My stubborn daughter, did you stop to think how this might make Thomas feel? That you were willing to do so much to end your marriage to him?”

  Saribella blushed, but she lifted her chin in defiance. “I did it to save us both. He does not love me, mother. He loves another woman.”

  Her mother only shook her head, “How many times do I have to tell you this, Saribella, this marriage is not about what you or even Thomas wants. It is about doing your duty as a daughter for this family. Whatever situation Thomas has gotten himself into with that other woman, it will end. You have doomed yourself forever. Come, we must see what we can salvage.”

  Lady Greenley turned to Grey. “As for you. I know how persuasive my daughter can be, but you have done her and this family a grave dishonor. I cannot dismiss you from your contract, we still need you to hunt down the werewolves, but you are no longer welcome to stay within the walls of this castle. I will have your things moved to the inn at once.”

  Saribella’s mother did not wait to see what his response would be as she walked toward the bed, knowing that he would have no choice but to obey her. She grabbed Saribella by the arm, and Saribella tried to protest as her mother forcibly dragged her off the bed, sheets and all, toward the door. Looking back over her shoulder, Saribella smiled at Grey, mouthing the words, Thank you.

  He grinned, leaning back naked against the headboard of his bed, winking at her as he mouthed back, No, thank you.

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  Thank you everyone for reading. I hope you enjoyed, and stay tuned to see what the consequences of Saribella's actions are in the next installment of the Moon Mage Chronicles.