We’d never get such a picturesque scene like this in Florida, and I’m genuinely glad I came. More so that Saint found me.
CHAPTER 11
Saint
Holding back from exploring Lake’s body was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I trust she knows what her body tells her, and I understand that while she’s curious, the memories can be vicious in their takeover of her mind and body.
Patience has never been a strength, but for now, it’s become my best friend where she’s concerned. Which is where I find myself in the middle of the night—a wicked wind blowing outside the cabin, firelight in the corner, and Lake wrapped around me as though she’ll never let go. A position I’m gladly in, until she’s jolted awake, panicked, and sobbing uncontrollably.
“Sshhh, sweet haven, you’re safe. Nobody is going to hurt you while I’m around.” It takes a few minutes before my comforting words penetrate her fearful mind.
“I hate it,” she says, her voice cracking. “I hate that they still have so much control over me.”
Rolling us over so my body settles against hers, it’s nearly impossible to ignore the liquid heat between her thighs where my cock rests. “Then maybe we make new memories at those times.” At that suggestion, her eyes meet mine, reflecting flickering firelight.
“How?” she squeaks, realizing that we’re both naked and pressed intimately together. It would be amusing if I weren’t trying to withhold coming all over her cunt.
“Any way you’d like.”
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to the side of her mouth and another further down her jaw until reaching her neck and the rapidly beating pulse. With a lick across the juicy vein, her hands grip my shoulder, nails digging in as she turns her head to the side, granting me the access I silently request.
“I don’t know what I’d like, though, Saint.” Breathless, her back arches, telling me what she wants.
“Your body knows.” My breath puffs along her skin as I begin to kiss lower. To her collarbone, between her breasts. The tip of her nipples tempts me, and I flick my tongue out for a taste, her erotic cry, music to my ears. “She knows just what she wants.”
Darting my eyes up to meet hers as my lips wrap around her nipple and suck, her eyes close, and I’m lost to the sensation of my mouth on her body. Lake has been mine since the day she was born, but that claim has transformed in many ways over the years until I realized that she was meant to become my entire future.
Her hands whisk through my short hair, nails scraping my scalp as she writhes silently beneath me, afraid to ask for more. I follow her cues and slip to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same treatment. Her little gasps and sweet moans reveal what she likes and desires more of.
“So soft, smooth, sweet.” Whispering those words across her flesh rewards me with a soft cry of my name. “I could very easily become addicted to the way you feel under me.”
“Saint, please,” she sobs. I glance up to see how she’s doing, and her smile has me continuing on.
Kissing down her trim stomach, I force the anger aside as my lips encounter the raised scars. One day, she’ll tell me what they did to leave them, but tonight is all about her pleasure.
Molding my hands around her sensitive tits, I nip at her belly button before dragging my tongue across the soft opening, remembering when she had it pierced and how pissed Luther was.
“Ever think of piercing it again?”
She frowns, her confusion showing until I lick her again.
“I don’t know. Dad hated it.” He’d made her remove it within days of getting it done. “He would have beat your ass if he knew you were the one who took me.”
She blesses me with a light, carefree laugh that I haven’t heard in so fucking long. I nearly come from the sound of it.
Nuzzling my beard against her skin, my chest swells with pride from the red marks left behind. I want my mark on her, want the world to know who she belongs to now.
“He’d have tried. Wouldn’t have gotten far.” Even that young, I was a beast fresh out of military training. Luther was older. If he’d won, it would have been at my allowance.
“Do you think tattoos would cover the scars?” she asks, the usual hurt missing when speaking about her body, replaced by curiosity for once.
“Yes. I happen to know someone, too.”
She nods but asks nothing more. She likely needs time to think about it.
Needing to distract her, I kiss down her body, my beard scratching at her clit, causing her to shiver and gasp in my hold. With a deep inhale, I close my eyes in pleasure. She smells like melons, ripe for the eating, so I nibble all around her pelvis, up to her hip bones, then down her thighs to her knees. Wanting her to beg and writhe for my touch. I want Lake so lost in her craving for more that her past has no chance of intrusion.
“You’re teasing,” she whispers, but doesn’t sound frustrated.
