All Chapters of His Ruin, Hers To Steal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno. He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno. He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno. He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno. He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented me from

Morgan POV Matured Audience The world had narrowed to the space between his sheets, to the scent of his skin and the crushing weight of a need so profound I felt like dying. I was on all fours, my body bowed and trembling. The air was cold on my heated skin, but the fire he stoked within me was an inferno. He brought his palm to my skin for the nth time. I had lost count with all pleasure clouding my mind. "Ahhhhh...!" The sound tore from my lips. The sting had my body begging for me as I pushed back against the digits in me. He had his fingers buried. They were long and thick pressing against my core, delving into the wet, aching heat of me. It was too much. We'd been like this for the past hour. Him using my body like an instrument tuned solely to his touch, and I gracefully accepting each chord he pulled in me. “Damien, too much…” I pleaded, tears pouring my eyes. I couldn't count how long I'd been begging. I wanted the release he was so desperately prevented