#featuring: ruby (xxgotthedevilinsidexx)

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@xxgotthedevilinsidexx -- just plopping this here.

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lips still stained red on the inside. mixed with the clear wet of his saliva hang partially opened as his thrusts begin to pick up depth, speed. remaining oh-so-lazily exploring every curve and squeeze of muscles inside of her that are his to claim--pausing once he's buried in deep to grind against her--staying inside. relishing in the feel of her tightening around him as his head bows down and his tongue replaces the finger inside her mouth. ruby feels delicious. perfect. his spit tastes of her skin, blood and him. coating the inside of his mouth as he sucks her tongue into it. fingers drift down the outside of her thigh, bend her knee, tug it outward and he holds her. spread open for him as he pulls out and jerks himself back in. the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the room. a rough slap that opens eyes wide and a trail of spit connects their mouths when he pulls back and stares down at her face. nearly the perfect picture of someone who had no idea how fucking good that was going to feel.

without hesitation, he starts to move. the thickness of his length causes him to brush against that bundle of nerves each time he claims her. takes what he wants. what feels good. nails down his back leave white marks that fade to pink against lightly tanned skin and muscle. he grins against her mouth when she tells him she wants it harder. that he should give her everything he's got. a brow arches up and that grin widens enough to show teeth when he pulls back. the hand that'd been gently stroking her hair as he moved inside her tightens into a fist. "harder.. you want it harder?" his question comes ragged and deep. fingers press into her hip bone. having let go of her leg as he withdraws. bending in--he uses that grip on her hair to turn her head exposing her throat and the deep line of her jugular to him.

teeth press against the muscle there. like they might break through skin, but his tongue grazes over their marks right before he uses his strength. phyiscal and demonic to flip her over onto her stomach. both hands grip her hips. lift them up to his waist. sam wastes no time in thrusting back in. brutal. deep. jarring him on his knees behind her and shoving her chest into the mattress. least now his pants are in a pool at his knees. what's left of the torn fabric of her panties is simply ripped away from the side and discarded somewhere on the bed. he doesn't care where they land. thumbs press against the curve of her back and he holds her. right where he wants her. hips at a perfect angle for him to fuck her. which is exactly what he does.

there's no gentility in the way he moves. every thrust has him buried to the hilt with a growl or a grunt as he stares down at the length of her back and how her rear moves with each powerful, abandoned jerk of his hips. she feels perfect. taking him in as he moves his right hand up her spine to the back of her neck. and then around it. squeezing as he lifts her head back and grips onto her throat. tight enough to restrict her air but not cut it off. the pose she's in is sinful. black hair cascading down her back, nails bite into the flesh of her hip. hard enough to draw blood that he brings his hand up to lick clean before taking hold of her again.

head rolling back, he lets his eyes fall shut as teeth bury into his bottom lip and his hold on her throat tightens. there's no rhythm that she can predict when the next thrust is coming. only the slight squeeze that happens before he takes her again and again and again. sam loses himself. half-lidded eyes open to a back that he bends closer to. not once stopping. his teeth bite into her shoulder. and he keeps them there. a line of wet runs down her back as he stiffens impossibly more. breathing rough pants through his nose as he releases her leaving imprints of his teeth behind. "what've you done to me.. to us," but he doesn't wait for an answer. he just thrusts harder. deeper. bucking into her as another spot near the back of her neck his victim to his teeth. sam groans. as addicted to this as the light trickle of a taste he craves from the bottom of his soul. heat spreads down his thighs. but he's not close. not yet. he could keep her underneath him, on her knees all night. til she's bled fucking dry and she can't move at this point and only want more.

【❖】   ――――    Ruby's   body   arched   in   response   to   Sam's   powerful   thrust,   a   gasp   of   pleasure   escaping   her   lips   as   he   filled   her   completely.   The   sudden   fullness,   the   delicious   stretch,   sent   waves   of   ecstasy   coursing   through   her.   Her   fingers   dug   into   his   shoulders,   anchoring   herself   as   he   began   to   move   within   her.   The   slow,   deliberate   rhythm   he   set   was   maddening.   Each   withdrawal   left   her   feeling   empty,   aching   for   more,   only   to   be   filled   again   with   exquisite   precision.   She   met   his   thrusts   eagerly,   her   hips   rising   to   meet   his,   wanting   to   take   him   deeper   still.

His   finger   in   her   mouth   added   another   layer   of   intimacy,   another   point   of   connection   between   them.   She   sucked   on   it   gently,   her   tongue   swirling   around   the   digit   in   time   with   the   movement   of   their   bodies.   Her   eyes,   heavy-lidded   with   desire,   remained   locked   on   his   face,   drinking   in   every   flicker   of   pleasure   that   washes   across   his   face.   Ruby   felt   consumed   by   the   intensity   of   their   connection,   every   nerve   ending   in   her   body   alive   and   singing   with   pleasure.   The   room   filled   with   the   sounds   of   their   passion   -   soft   moans,   heavy   breathing,   and   the   rhythmic   creaking   of   the   bed   beneath   them.

She   reveled   in   the   weight   of   Sam's   body   pressing   her   into   the   mattress,   the   heat   of   his   skin   against   hers.   Her   hands   roamed   his   back,   feeling   the   flex   and   ripple   of   his   muscles   as   he   moved   within   her.   She   traced   the   curve   of   his   spine,   nails   lightly   scratching   his   skin,   urging   him   on.

The   coil   of   tension   low   in   her   belly   wound   tighter   with   each   thrust.   Ruby   could   feel   herself   getting   close   to   the   edge,   that   exquisite   precipice   of   release.   She   wrapped   her   legs   tighter   around   Sam's   waist,   changing   the   angle   slightly.   The   new   position   allowed   him   to   hit   that   perfect   spot   inside   her   with   each   stroke.   She   panted   his   name   like   a   prayer   on   repeat.

Leave   it   to   the   only   person   on   this   earth   who   could   even   make   her   consider   betraying   the   devil   himself,   but   in   this   moment,   right   here   and   right   now   ?   Sam   was   her   religion,   her   salvation,   her   everything.   The   way   he   moved   inside   her,   the   way   he   touched   her,   it   was   like   he   knew   every   secret   of   her   body.   Ruby's   mind   went   blank,   overwhelmed   by   the   sensations   coursing   through   her.   Her   world   narrowed   down   to   just   this   -   the   feel   of   Sam's   body   against   hers,   inside   hers,   the   taste   of   his   skin,   the   sound   of   his   ragged   breathing.   She   clung   to   him   desperately,   her   nails   raking   down   his   back   as   she   sought   purchase.   But   the   slow   and   gentle   she   couldn’t   handle   any   longer.   ❝   Harder,   Sam…   Give   me   your   all.   ❞

[bloodsalted]

there might be a cold day in hell when ruby, of all people, would earn his trust back. what has dean's attention is the fact that she's here. when she should be dead. gone. we're talking knee deep in a vast pit of fucking nothing. something he wouldn't wish on many. death is good enough. but for her? he'd make an exception and send her right into--wait. what? not the first time he heard dean, you have a part to play in all this. his stomach bottoms out in a déjà vu way that isn't so vu or déjà. whatever. makes sense in his head.

"thanks but i don't need your permission on that. i do. maybe one of us knows. and i'm not so sure that's ME." the sardonic smirk that drips with complete and utter sarcasm that follows her again couldn't be any more dean winchester. it's not doing a damn thing to hide that he isn't happy she's back. or that standing in front of her makes him awfully tempted to right that wrong real quick before anyone else, read sam, finds out she's creepy crawled her way outta demon hell.

chin juts forward. the expectant look he gives her says it all. make the next two minutes count. cause they might be your last if they don't. and what a way to waste your time on earth. seeing as how he was the one to kill her? he wouldn't mind a repeat. call him sentimental. round two? it's closer than you think, shebitch. "oh. well. when there's good news? there's good news," is muttered under his breath--sorta. cause his breath is pretty loud and cuts right through her explanation of what's going on. til he stops. the not-so-facade facade falls and he squints. doesn't matter if he's shaken. doesn't matter if his mind's already rolling over every scenario in his head where he can connect the truth behind her words. that billie is going to betray them. that billie is going to bring about the end of everything. that she's here to be on their side because... because.. WHY?

"you're telling me this..why? because you're topside again and don't wanna go back? i'd believe that a fuck of a lot faster than you wanting to save us." a brief laugh. it's becoming increasingly obvious his mind's in overdrive. and all his anger towards ruby? towards the fact that she's here is starting to switch gears. disbelief that he clings to makes him puff a breath. another. "so.. what do i do? kill her FIRST?"

@bloodsalted asked:

why are you telling me this? (dean to ruby)

【❖】  ――――   RUBY  GAZED  AT  DEAN  WITH  INTENSITY  IN  HER  EYES.  ❝  Because  I  need  your  help,  ❞  She  whispered  hating  to  admit  those  words,  her  voice  barely  audible  above  the  howling  wind  outside.  ❝  There's  something  dangerous  coming,  something  that  threatens  everything  we  know.  And  you,  Dean,  you  have  a  part  to  play  in  all  of  this.  ❞  She  knew  that  Dean  hated  her  and  he  had  every  reason  to  after  the  way  she  had  betrayed  them.  Things  were  different  now.  Despite  Dean's  animosity  towards  her,  she  was  determined  to  prove  herself  and  earn  back  his  trust.  She  knew  it  wouldn't  be  easy,  but  she  was  willing  to  do  whatever  it  took  to  make  amends.  The  human  race  still  meant  very  little  to  her,  but  if  the  world  ceased  to  end  then  so  much  for  her  new  found  freedom.  ❝  Hate  me  all  you  want,  but  we  both  know  I  wouldn’t  be  stupid  enough  to  come  to  you  if  I  was  trying  to  trick  you,  not  again.  ❞

THERE  WAS  A  GLIMMER  OF  SOMETHING  DIFFERENT  THAN  BEFORE  IN  HER  EYES,  PERHAPS  A  BIT  OF  VULNERABILITY.  She  was  curious  as  to  where  Sam  was  but  she  didn’t  dare  to  ask,  at  least  not  yet.  ❝  Just  hear  me  out  on  this.  For  a  while,  I  lost  hope.  Instead  of  condemning  me  to  hell,  the  two  of  you  banished  me  to  the  Empty.  Believe  me  when  I  say  that  enduring  torture  in  hell  would  have  been  far  more  preferable.  A  disturbance  occurred,  and  I  managed  to  escape  just  in  time  to  overhear  the  Empty  and  Billy  joining  forces.  You  may  think  that  Billy  is  on  your  side,  but  she’s  not.  She  desires  the  death  of  both  of  you  and  intends  to  achieve  it  by  reaping  God  and  setting  things  right.  And  by  setting  things  right  I  mean  killing  everyone  you’ve  ever  saved  and  the  both  of  you.  ❞

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a low growl vibrates against her skin as sam feels her unlatch and unzip his pants. the instant freedom of the heaviness between his legs makes him break his mouth free long enough to moan when fingers wrap around him and begin to stroke. she writhes against him and he pushes into that touch, grinding hips down into her palm as he returns to suck the opposite nipple between his teeth. his finger presses against the ring of flesh that so desperately moves against the tip. like she's trying to pull him in. eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back and he sinks that digit into her not stopping until his knuckle bottoms out and he is snug against her. thumb now finding it's mark on that little nub of flesh and bundle of nerves--he rolls his hips against her strokes and the noise that leaves him is damn near primal.

he hears his name. fucks her with his finger as she bucks against him, aching. seeking all the friction she can get. he likes her like this. desperate and needy for him. it's turn around. it's fair game. for what she puts him through. starving him. making him crave her to the point he feels like he's going insane. maybe he is. maybe part of him is just gone now. he wonders if he'll ever get it back.

or if he wants to.

his hips move as her legs pull him in. he doesn't waste any more time. hell. not even enough time to get his pants fully off. or hers. instead. he balls his hand up in the crotch of her panties and tears the damn things open. pushes his pants and the rest of his clothing off his hips far enough that it frees him completely and leaning up to capture her mouth with teeth and tongue, he swats her hand away and takes hold of himself. he doesn't enter her gently. it's a thrust that peels his fingers away quickly. a buck of his hips that has half of him buried inside her heat that is there to wrap around him, squeeze him and make his whole body shudder.

"ruby.. fuck," he murmurs against her mouth as hands come up to brush through her hair. curl into it's dark lengths. the other? his finger presses against her bottom lip and slips past it over her teeth. a gesture that makes him quiver inside. he stares into her eyes. watching as he finishes joining with her in one steady, now slow push of his hips. inch by inch. til they meet and he's stretching her open for him, rolling his hips as his own lips part in a silent moan of satisfaction. one that leaves him in a warm rush of breath and has his head tilting back.

"that's it...," he murmurs. it's then that his eyes fall closed and the drag of him pulling out along with the push of him back in begins. it's indulgent. this sway of his hips that lets him feel all of her so heated and wet. all the while? his finger starts to thrust into her mouth in the same motion of his hips, matching the time. the depth. mimicking it.

【❖】   ――――    The   way   he   effortless   spun   her   around   on   the   bed   to   hover   over   top   of   her   had   her   skin   tingling.   His   touch   felt   like   a   lightning   bolt,   electrifying   every   inch   of   her   body   and   igniting   a   fire   deep   within   her   core.   Call   Ruby   greedy   and   selfish   all   you   like   but   she   wants   him,   all   of   him   to   herself   and   right   now   that’s   exactly   what   she   has.   As   Sam's   mouth   descended   upon   her   neck,   she   arched   her   back,   her   breath   hitched,   and   her   pulse   raced.   Her   fingers   threaded   through   his   hair,   holding   him   close   as   he   continued   his   sensual   assault   on   her   body.   Each   touch,   each   kiss   imprinted   into   her   memory,   like   the   most   vivid   of   dreams.

She   moaned   softly,   her   hips   bucking   against   his   touch,   wanting   more,   needing   more   of   him.   Her   eyes   fluttered   shut,   lost   in   the   moment,   as   he   continued   to   explore   every   sensitive   part   of   her   body.   She   felt   the   need   to   reciprocate,   to   give   him   the   same   kind   of   pleasure   he   was   giving   her.   Carefully   not   to   disturb   what   Sam   is   doing   her   hand   moves   down   from   his   hair,   slipping   between   their   bodies   to   undo   his   pants.   Sam's   rock-hard   erection   springs   free,   and   she   wraps   her   hand   around   it,   feeling   the   heat   and   hardness   of   him   in   her   palm.   She   couldn't   help   but   stroke   him   gently,   wanting   to   please   him   in   return.

A   whimper   draws   from   her   lips   and   her   core   throbs   against   his   palm.   She   wants   him   so   badly,   her   skin   feels   like   it’s   burning.   That’s   because   it   is,   it’s   burning   full   of   lust   and   desire.   She   wants   him   inside   her,   needed   him   to   complete   the   connection   between   them,   to   merge   their   souls   in   the   most   intimate   of   ways.   Eyes   open   to   watch   him,   so   intense   and   focused.   Her   fingers   tightened   around   him,   and   she   began   to   stroke   him   more   insistently,   her   hand   moving   in   a   rhythm   that   mirrored   the   pounding   of   her   heart.

She   knows   she   has   him   right   where   she   wants   him   but   that’s   a   double   edged   sword,   because   he   know   he   has   her   on   the   verge   of   begging   and   she’s   never   begged   for   anything   in   her   entire   life.   Not   even   when   cold   hard   steel   cut   through   her   flesh   time   and   time   again,   never   did   she   beg   for   mercy.   But   right   now   ?   For   him   and   for   this   ?   She   would   beg   all   he   wanted.   Her   hips   involuntarily   buck   against   his   palm   seeking   the   friction   that   he’s   denying   her.   ❝   Sam…   ❞   Her   voice   hoarse   with   desire.   ❝   Please,   Sam…   ❞   Legs   wrapped   around   his   waist,   pulling   him   closer,   wanting…   NEEDING   him   to   claim   her   completely.  The tension within her is mounting, threatening to snap like a wire tightened beyond it's limits.

[safetypinneds]

blood.

every swallow sends sam to a higher high than he's ever felt. more than joy. more than the time's he's gotten drunk. or stoned. every adrenaline rush that filled the back of his mouth with the taste of copper and made his limbs tingle? nothing compares to what's rushing thorugh him with each and every drink. he wants to never come up for air. to feel her hand in his hair, coaxing him on. how she's on him--grinding down--and he's rocking up against her shuddering when he stiffens so obviously inside his jeans. the press of the zipper through the thin material of his underwear doesn't even register. not when she feels so damn good. and tastes? well she tastes even better.

a groan. thick and wet and full of crimson. yet not a single drop of is spilled against the corners of his lips that glisten dark, inky red. he ends up falling into her mouth when it's over. tongue still coated with the elixir that he craves more than breath. his hands tremble as they push through her hair. cup the back of her head and hold her so solid against his mouth that he feels his bottom lip burst open just enough that the taste of his own blood laces with hers. and it sends him into a bliss that ends with him helping her tear the rest of his shirt up over his head. hurried hands toss it to the side. forgotten. hers is next. sam doesn't give her any time to tease him with the promise of flesh. he yanks it up off her and her bra? two of the hooks are bent beyond use and damn near ripped out of their little fastener when he sends that to the floor.

a strong grip around her has ruby's world spinning when he pivots her with utter ease and switches their positions. doesn't right how they're laying across the bed in the wrong direction. that might come later. might not. what does happen, though? is his mouth and teeth and tongue begin to swink down her neck. to her collarbone. as one arm braces him against the mattress and the opposite hand cups her breast. thumb rolling her nipple against it until his mouth takes over and frees his hand enabling it to sink between them. her belt is unlatched. pants unbuttoned and unzipped. sam's hand does the rest.

it sinks in and palms her core, fingers curling against her heat as he sucks the nub of flesh against his tongue hard. a moan, muffled against her skin, comes heavy and deep. oh he wants her. he wants her so bad and she feels so good against his palm as his thumb sinks into her folds and starts to explore her. not quite touching where he knows will have her squirming underneath him. he wants to hear her ask. wants to hear her beg like she makes his insides beg for her to come back when she's gone. she's his like this. all for the taking and take is all he can think of. take is all he wants to do. as the blood in his veins mingles with hers and sends him reeling.

【❖】   ――――   Ruby   shivered   under   his   touch,   the   feel   of   his   breath   on   her   wrist   sending   shivers   down   her   spine.   Her   eyes   locked   with   his,   the   intensity   of   their   connection   leaving   her   breathless.   She   could   feel   the   hunger   in   his   eyes,   see   the   primal   urge   that   mirrored   her   own,   and   it   only   made   her   want   him   more.   The   taste   of   her   own   blood   mixed   with   the   metallic   tang   of   it   on   his   lips   always   sent   a   jolt   of   pleasure   straight   through   her.

As   Sam   sucked   harder,   the   room   wanted   to   spin   around   her.   She   stole   the   change   to   lean   him   back   to   straddle   his   lap.   As   she   sat   her   hips   rotated   letting   her   center   grind   against   him   for   a   little   added   friction.   The   sounds   of   their   ragged   breathing   and   the   soft   creaks   of   the   bed   beneath   them   punctuated   the   air   with   a   primitive,   animalistic   frenzy.   Her   heart   raced,   her   body   trembling   with   the   intensity   of   the   experience.   The   pain   and   pleasure   mingled   in   a   heady   cocktail   that   intoxicated   her.

She   knows   that   soon   his   hunger   will   grow,   grow   stronger   than   what   she   can   give   to   him,   but   for   now   she’s   his   for   the   taking.   She   knows   what   he   wants,   and   she   is   more   than   willing   to   give   it   to   him.   All   that   mattered   was   the   connection   between   them,   the   bond   that   had   been   forged   through   countless   battles,   the   hunger   that   had   been   nurtured   and   fueled   by   their   desires.   She   felt   the   heat   building   in   Sam's   chest,   the   fire   that   burned   within   him,   and   she   knew   that   when   this   was   over,   he   would   be   forever   changed.   But   for   now,   she   was   content   to   be   consumed   by   his   hunger,   to   become   the   object   of   his   desire,   the   vessel   through   which   he   could   quench   the   thirst   that   had   been   gnawing   at   him   for   so   long.

Her   fingertips   dance   through   the   back   of   his   hair   as   he   drinks.   A   smile   spreads   across   her   lips,   her   eyes   shining   with   a   mixture   of   lust   and   satisfaction.   She   knew   Sam   well,   knew   the   beast   that   lurked   within   him,   and   she   reveled   in   the   knowledge   that   she   was   the   one   who   could   bring   it   to   the   surface.

When   Sam   finally   released   her   wrist,   her   skin   slid   against   his   lips,   leaving   a   trail   of   dampness   where   he   had   tasted   her.   She   pulled   away   slowly,   giving   him   one   last,   lingering   look   before   she   turned   her   attention   to   other   parts   of   him   that   needed   attention.   Her   lips   met   his,   soft   and   tender   at   first,   but   the   need   within   her   soon   took   over,   and   the   kiss   grew   more   intense,   more   passionate.   Their   tongues   danced   together,   exploring   the   depths   of   each   other's   mouths   as   the   fire   between   them   swelled.   Fingers   and   hand   desperately   tore   at   the   soft   fabric   of   his   shirt.   Hands   eager   to   feel   skin,   to   touch   every   inch   of   him.

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sam's fingertips pressed into the fabric of his jeans so tight, he could feel the texture of each stitch that wove the denim together. fine lines. one after another. in rows and criss-crosses that were a little worn in the knees but still good. softer there when he began to drag them back and forth. he's sitting on the bed inside their room. staring across it at her like she's his holy grail but they both know she's anything but holy. he's come to her. again. seeking her out and she's always there. always waiting. always willing. to offer herself in more ways than anyone has ever offered themselves to him.

inside him--the longing. the hunger. the itching under his skin that only her body, her voice, her blood can sate. it swells. higher and higher. up his chest. through it into his throat until it's burning and clenching around every swallow to the point he feels he might drown on his own spit if he loses any more control over the muscles in his neck and tongue. it slips out through his teeth. wets them. confession made. he wants to sink his teeth into her. every inch. chew right through the flesh until he hits bone and what he aches for fills every swallow until he drowns in it. drowns in her. she grins. what's the most fucked up part? she's beautiful like that. knowing what he wants. taunting him with it. to the point that his poor jeans beg for him to stop before they start to tear underneath the back and forth motion of his hands.

back and forth. back and forth. self soothing attempt that is impossible.

lips part as she draws near and his arm is there to wrap around her waist as he rises up to meet her mouth. free hand pushes long fingers through the hair at the top of her head. curls into a mess of brown black that spills through their lengths and balls up in his fist. it's tight. not gentle. nothing about this is gentle. it's teeth dragging over flesh. a tongue that doesn't yield. and when they part, he almost breaks the skin of her bottom lip before letting it slip free. the golden hues surrounding his dilated pupils has gone dark. swallowed up most of the greens and blues as the black swallows the color. she taunts him some more. nails drag over soft cotton. he groans underneath her spell. DANGEROUS. for who, though? he used to think he was so in control of this entire situation....

then comes the offering. the fix she's all too willing to give over. tells him to do it himself. and his gaze flicks up to her then down to her wrist. stares at the veins just underneath the thin layer of skin. sam licks his teeth like he's contemplating how he could bite his way through her skin. tear her open. it's the one last thing that's keeping him from becoming a god damn animal. that he hasn't just chewed his way to bliss just yet. the glint of a pocket knife's blade pulled from his pocket, razor sharp and open by the time it meets her skin is what opens it instead. he's quick. barely lets the smell of copper hit the air before the knife's on the bed and his mouth is on her. sucking--swallowing as knees give and he's sitting bending into her wrist as if he's a starved animal clinging to his prized prey.

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❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜ 👀👀

【❖】   ――――   Ruby   grinned,   the   corner   of   her   lips   curling   up   in   a   mischievous   smirk.   She   tilted   her   head   slightly,   allowing   a   strand   of   dark   hair   to   fall   across   her   face   as   she   met   Sam's   intense   gaze.   ❝   Well,   what   are   you   waiting   for,   Winchester   ?   ❞   She   purred,   taking   a   step   closer   to   him.   The   lines   between   predator   and   prey   now   blurred,   setting   off   a   dangerous   dance   between   two   beings   walking   the   knife's   edge.   Ruby   could   sense   the   hunger   in   Sam's   gaze,   the   primal   urge   that   mirrored   her   own.   As   she   closed   the   distance   between   them,   the   room   seemed   to   shrink,   leaving   no   space   for   anything   but   the   charged   atmosphere   that   surrounded   them.

Their   lips   met   in   a   fierce,   hungry   kiss   that   spoke   of   desires   and   forbidden   temptations.   In   that   moment,   they   were   no   longer   hunters   or   demons,   just   two   entities   consumed   by   a   hunger   that   could   never   be   fully   satiated.   As   they   broke   apart,   breathless   and   wanting,   Ruby's   eyes   glinted   with   a   dangerous   gleam.   ❝   Careful   what   you   wish   for,   Sam.   ❞   She   whispered,   her   voice   low   and   sultry.   Finger   tips   trail   down   the   front   of   his   shirt,   leaving   a   trail   of   fire   in   their   wake.   All   she   could   focus   on   was   the   fire   burning   between   them.

Ruby's   eyes   blazed   with   a   mixture   of   longing   and   something   darker,   something   primal   that   called   out   to   the   deepest   parts   of   him.   If   there   was   one   thing   Ruby   couldn’t   deny   it   was   the   fact   of   how   much   she   craved   his   touch,   be   it   rough   or   gentle.   Her   lips   found   his   neck,   trailing   rough   kisses   down   his   skin.   ❝   There’s   nothing   here   stopping   you   from   doing   exactly   what   you   want.   ❞   Pulling   back   she   swept   her   tongue   over   her   bottom   lips   and   held   her   wrist   out   to   him   as   if   tempting   him   to   take   that   first   bite.   The   pulse   in   her   veins   beckoning   to   him   like   a   siren’s   call.   ❝   Do   it,   Sam.   ❞