Chapter 27 Sep 17, 2025 "Ruby," he growled, his voice low and rough, like gravel under boots. My knees straddled his thighs, the fabric of my skirt bunched up around my hips, and I could feel the hardness of him pressing against my core through his jeans. God, he was already rock solid, and the way he looked at me-like he wanted to devour me whole-made my stomach twist with need. His hands slid up my thighs, rough and possessive, and I gasped when he gripped my ass, pulling me harder against him. "You're mine," he muttered, his lips brushing against my ear. "Do you know that? Every fucking inch of you." I did. Of course I did. But hearing him say it-feeling the way he claimed me-made something primal ignite inside me. I loved him. God, I loved him more than I ever thought possible, and the way he was looking at me now, like he'd burn the whole world down just to keep me, made me ache. His fingers found the hem of my panties, tugging them down with a sharp, impatient jerk. I shifted to help him, my hands gripping his broad shoulders for balance as he yanked them off and tossed them somewhere in the car. I didn't care where they landed. All I cared about was the way Alex's hands were back on me, sliding up my thighs, spreading me open as his fingers traced the wetness between my legs. "Damn, Ruby," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "You're so goddamn wet for me already." I was. He didn't even have to touch me, and I was dripping, my body screaming for him. But when his fingers pressed against my clit, circling slowly, teasingly, I nearly came undone right then and there. My head fell back, a moan escaping my lips, and I rocked into his hand, desperate for more. "That's it," he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck, kissing, biting, marking me as his. "Fuck yourself on my hand, baby. Let me feel how much you need me." I did. I ground against his fingers, my hips moving in frantic, needy little circles as he teased me, his touch just light enough to drive me insane. I wanted more. I needed more. But Alex wasn't ready to give it to me yet. He was too busy watching me, those dark eyes locked on mine, drinking in every gasp, every moan, every desperate whimper that fell from my lips. "Alex," I breathed, my voice shaky, pleading. "Please..." He chuckled, low and deep, and the sound sent a shiver down my spine. "Please what, Ruby? Tell me what you want." I blushed, my cheeks burning even as I met his gaze. "I want you. Inside me. Now." God, the way he looked at me-like I was his whole fucking world-made my chest ache. But then his fingers were gone, and I whimpered at the loss, my body screaming for his touch. He didn't keep me waiting long. His hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease, and then he was pushing his jeans down just enough to free his cock. My breath hitched when I saw it-thick and hard-and I reached for him, my fingers wrapping around his shaft. He groaned, his hips bucking into my hand, and I stroked him slowly, feeling the way his pulse thrummed beneath my touch. "Ruby," he growled, his voice strained, and then he was grabbing my hips, lifting me up just enough to position me over him. "Ready?" I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, and then he was lowering me onto him, his cock stretching me open inch by agonizing inch. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he filled me, every sensation overwhelming, intoxicating. "Fuck," he hissed, his hands tightening on my hips as I sank down all the way. "You're so amazing, Ruby, and you're all mine." I did. I could feel every inch of him inside me, thick and hard, and the way he filled me-claimed me-was almost too much to bear. But then he started to move, his hips rocking up into me, and I moaned, my body responding to him instinctively. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his hands sliding up my back, pulling me closer. "Ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock." I did. I rocked against him, my hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, and the friction-the way he stretched me, filled me-was pure fucking bliss. My hands slid into his hair, gripping tight as I ground down on him, my body chasing that delicious, addictive pleasure. "Alex," I gasped, my voice trembling. "I love you. God, I love you so much." He groaned, his hips bucking up into me, and then his lips were on mine, kissing me hard, claiming me in every way he could. "I love you too, Ruby," he muttered against my lips. "You're mine. Always." I was. And as I rocked against him, my body melting into his, I knew I always would be. We were a mess of heat and need, of love and desire, and I never wanted it to end. He fucked me like he owned me-like he'd never let me go-and I loved every fucking second of it. Every thrust, every gasp, every moan-it was all for him. And when I came, my body trembling, my nails digging into his skin, I knew I was his forever. Alex followed me over the edge, his hips jerking up into me as he spilled himself inside me, his hands gripping my hips like he'd never let go. And I didn't want him to. We were a mess, sweaty and breathless, but I didn't care. All I cared about was him-about us. And as we sat there, tangled together in his car, I knew I'd never loved anyone more than I loved him. And I never would.