Beautiful Ruin
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"Sweet," Lucian purrs as he spreads my legs wide and leans in to press kisses to my inner thighs, making me whimper. "Every inch of you is so sweet, I can't get enough."
When I feel Lucian's canines follow after his tongue as he makes his way up to my center, I cry out shamelessly and cover my face with a pillow to cage in my lust. Lucian doesn't let me silence my sounds for long; soon snatching the pillow away, he tosses it to the floor with a warning growl.
I feel fresh waves of slick dripping from my entrance as I watch Lucian spread me open once more and lick between my legs, teasing across my clit for a brief moment.
"I love your spots," Lucian whispers as he presses a kiss so gentle to one of the flat moles on my inner thigh that my eyes fill with tears. "I love that they're all hidden away, for only me to find."
Iris doesn’t trust people.
She learned a long time ago that the people who are supposed to protect you can be the ones who hurt you the most.
Iris is tired. She’s been through too much to believe that life still has anything beautiful left for her.
Lucian is angry.
Angry at the family that abandoned him. Angry at the past he couldn’t change. Angry at the part of himself that had become exactly what everyone expected him to be.
Lucian doesn’t need anyone.
At least, that’s what he tells himself.
Iris and Lucian are both ruins.
Two people who should have been left to fall apart.
But sometimes, broken things don’t need to be repaired.
Sometimes they find another broken thing.
And somehow…
they fit.
When I feel Lucian's canines follow after his tongue as he makes his way up to my center, I cry out shamelessly and cover my face with a pillow to cage in my lust. Lucian doesn't let me silence my sounds for long; soon snatching the pillow away, he tosses it to the floor with a warning growl.
I feel fresh waves of slick dripping from my entrance as I watch Lucian spread me open once more and lick between my legs, teasing across my clit for a brief moment.
"I love your spots," Lucian whispers as he presses a kiss so gentle to one of the flat moles on my inner thigh that my eyes fill with tears. "I love that they're all hidden away, for only me to find."
Iris doesn’t trust people.
She learned a long time ago that the people who are supposed to protect you can be the ones who hurt you the most.
Iris is tired. She’s been through too much to believe that life still has anything beautiful left for her.
Lucian is angry.
Angry at the family that abandoned him. Angry at the past he couldn’t change. Angry at the part of himself that had become exactly what everyone expected him to be.
Lucian doesn’t need anyone.
At least, that’s what he tells himself.
Iris and Lucian are both ruins.
Two people who should have been left to fall apart.
But sometimes, broken things don’t need to be repaired.
Sometimes they find another broken thing.
And somehow…
they fit.
















































