She's close again, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, her moans turning desperate. But I ease off, standing up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her eyes are wild, frustrated, but burning with desire.
"Stand up," I command, my voice rough. She slides off the counter, legs shaky, and I spin her around, bending her over the edge. Her ass presses back against me. Soft, curvy, perfect. I palm it, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
My cock strains against my pants, throbbing painfully. I unzip, shoving them down just enough to free myself. Precum beads at the tip as I stroke once, lining up with her entrance. The head nudges her folds, slick and hot.
"Tell me you want it," I growl, teasing her by sliding along her slit without entering.
"I want it," she says, voice breaking. "Please."
That's all I need. I grip her hips and thrust in, burying my cock to the hilt in one brutal stroke. She screams, her pussy clamping down like a vice, milking me.
So fucking tight, so perfect. Somine.
I pull back and slam in again, setting a punishing rhythm. The counter creaks under us, her body jolting with each pound.
I lean over her, one hand in her hair, pulling her head back so I can kiss her neck. "You're mine," I rasp, biting her shoulder. "You were made for me. Every inch of you."
"Yes," she sobs, meeting my thrusts. "All yours. Harder."
I oblige, fucking her deeper, faster, my balls slapping against her clit. Sweat slicks our skin, the room filled with the wet sounds of our bodies colliding, her cries echoing off the walls. I reach around to rub her clit in tight circles, feeling her tighten impossibly more.
"Come for me," I order, nipping her earlobe.
She shatters, her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls pulse around me, pulling me under. I thrust through it, prolonging her pleasure until she's limp, gasping. But I'm not done. I pull out, flip her around to face me, and hoist her back onto the counter.
Her legs wrap around my waist instinctively, and I slide back in, slower this time, savoring the way she flutters around me. I kiss her deeply, tongues tangling as I rock into her, grinding against her clit with each roll of my hips.
"Look at me," I say, cupping her face. Her eyes meet mine, hazy with lust. "I want to see you when you come again."
She nods, arms around my neck, pulling me closer. I build the pace gradually, then faster, chasing my own release. Her nails rake down my back, and I hiss, the pain spurring me on. She's clenching again, so close.
"Saint—I'm—"
"Come with me," I grunt, slamming deep one last time.
We explode together. Her pussy spasms, drawing out my orgasm as I flood her with hot cum, pulse after pulse. I bury my face in her neck, groaning her name as waves of pleasure crash over us.
We stay like that, joined and panting, until our heartbeats slow. I kiss her forehead, then her lips softly. "You okay?"
She smiles, tracing my jaw. "More than okay. That was... incredible."
I pull out gently, watching my cum leak from her, and grin. "Good. Because this will be our life together."
Chapter 7
Nadia
Iwaketothelow murmur of voices and the sharp scent of metal and gun oil. For a moment, I don’t know where I am. Then yesterday hits all at once.
The safehouse.
The wolves in the woods.
The message from my stepfather.
Saint — steady as a wall.
Saint — touching me like I was something breakable and sacred.
