f****d & RUINED
~TATE POV~
His thumb stroked my bottom lip, smearing his taste there. “My good f*****g girl,” he repeated, the words a low vibration that went straight to my core.
I was still on my knees, the memory of his c**k heavy on my tongue, the ache in my jaw a sweet reminder. The towel was loose around my shoulders.
He didn’t give me time to recover. In one fluid, powerful movement, his hands hooked under my arms and he lifted me from the floor.
My body felt weightless, flexible in his grasp. He carried me the two steps to the bed and let me fall backward. The comforter was cool against my heated skin.
“Mathias….” His name was a question, a plea, a statement of fact all at once.
He was on me before I could finish, his body a wall of heat and intent. He didn’t kiss me. He
