Chapter 006

DIANA

"Hmmmm... ughhhh, Ru... Ruther... f-fuckkk," I whimpered, my voice breathy and desperate as his tongue delved into my soaked folds.

I arched against his mouth, gripping his soft, tousled hair and pressing him closer, needing more. My legs widened instinctively, granting him full access.

And he took it.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat as his t*ngue flicked and licked, devouring me like he couldn't get enough.

His large hands cupped my br*asts, kneading them gently at first, then rougher, his thumbs rolling over my sensitive peaks. One hand slipped down between my legs, his long fingers joining his tongue in their assault on my already swollen, aching pearl.

"Ruuu... Ruther... ughh... so... good..." I moaned shamelessly.

Then, without warning, his t*ngue left me.

I gasped in protest, but my breath hitched when his fingers took its place, slipping past my slick folds, stretching me.

It burned. God, it burned.

I had never been touched like this before. My body was untouched—pure. But now...

Now, I was unraveling beneath him.

Pain turned to pleasure in mere seconds, and when he leaned back down, his tongue teasing my cl*t while his f*ngers plunged in and out of me, I lost it.

My back arched. My thighs trembled. The pleasure built like an unstoppable wave.

"Ruuuuu... Ruther... ohhh... ohhh... I—I'm..."

My body spasmed as the org*sm hit me like a tidal wave.

And then—

I woke up.

Fuck!

I blinked rapidly, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath. My thighs were damp.

I swallowed hard, pressing my palm against the heat pooling between my legs. Shit. Was that... was that a w*t dream?

I had never experienced anything like this before. But the dull, aching need deep in my core told me exactly what I needed.

My body begged for release.

Heather's voice echoed in my mind. "Touching yourself isn't a s*n, Diana. It's just a way of setting yourself free."

Was this what she meant?

I swallowed hard, hesitating. My hand inched lower, slipping past the waistband of my pajama shorts. But a sharp knock on my door made me jolt, yanking my hand away as if I had been caught committing a crime.

I scrambled out of bed and yanked the door open, ready to yell at whoever had interrupted me— but my breath caught in my throat.

It was Ruther.

His eyes darkened the moment they landed on me, scanning my disheveled state—flushed cheeks, heavy breathing, the unmistakable scent of arousal still lingering in the air.

The heat between us was instant, scorching.

Before I could speak, he stepped inside, slamming the door behind him.

And then his lips crashed into mine.

It was hunger. Pure, unfiltered lust.

His arms wrapped around me, lifting me effortlessly as my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. My back hit the wall, and we were lost in each other.

I moaned between kisses, my fingers tangling in his thick hair.

"I told myself there wouldn't be a next time," I whispered, breathless.

"And yet, you're letting me in," he murmured against my lips.

His head dipped lower, his mouth latching onto my neck, sucking, biting. I shuddered.

"I'm wet," I admitted in a whisper. "Help me with it."

That was all the permission he needed.

Within seconds, I was on the bed, my p*nties discarded, my thighs spread wide as his t*ngue found me again.

"Ohhhhh... ohhhhhh... Ruther... ahhhh..."

My fingers dug into the sheets as his tongue worked its magic, his hands keeping my legs in place as I writhed beneath him.

The pleasure was too much.

Too intense.

And when his f*ngers joined his mouth, pushing into me, stretching me, curling against the sweet spot inside—

I screamed.

"Ohhhh—ohhhhhh—ahhhhh!"

I was close. So damn close. My hips lifted off the bed, seeking more, needing more.

"I—I'm gonna—"

I shattered.

My entire body trembled, my org*sm washing over me like a raging storm.

But he wasn't done.

Even as I lay there, panting, spent—he stood, unbuttoning his pants.

And when I saw him—his thick, pulsing length, the pinkish head glistening—I gasped.

"Oh my god," I whispered.

His smirk was s*nful. "You're ready for me now, aren't you?"

But before I could answer—before he could claim me—

I woke up.

Again.

F*cking hell.

I sat up, panting, my body still shaking with remnants of the pleasure that had felt so real.

And then I looked down.

There was no denying it.

I had actually c*m in my sleep.

Shit.

I was in trouble.