“Oh god, Saint, please. More, more, more. Please.” I don’t know the first thing about sex, but I know that with the right person, it should always be amazing, and it’s beyond that with Saint.
“Anything you want.” His lips moving against mine sends shivers through my body that are almost painful. But it’s the addicting, you-know-something-great-is-about-to-happen kind of pain.
When his lips envelop my clit, and his teeth scrape the bundle of nerves, he’s forced to hold me down because my body tries to eject me from the bed as a scream is torn from my throat, and an orgasm so powerful I nearly black out takes hold.
His fingers prop my thighs wide open while pinning me down as I descend from the high. “Delicious,” he grumbles as our eyes meet, and the evidence of my pleasure on his beard makes me flush red with embarrassment.
Climbing up my body, he drops little kisses on each nipple and then on either side of my neck before taking my lips and devouring me while I taste myself on his tongue. It’s when his body lowers onto mine that I freeze up, and panic bubbles inside my chest. Saint knows, though. He must feel it because he’s quick to draw back and roll us onto our sides.
Cupping my jaw in his hand, he waits until I focus on him before saying, “We can stop. We can do anything you want, Lake.”
Slowly breathing deeply in and out a few times brings my body back to earth. “I want more,” I say honestly. “It’s your weight that my body reacted to before I could process.”
Sliding his thumb gently across my lips, his face softens. “That’s okay, we’ll go as slow as you need until you’re comfortable.”
I smile at him and sit up, pushing him to his back. Or rather, he moves in the direction I’m silently asking for. With a swing of my leg over his hips, I settle onto his lap and stare down at him, the heat in his gaze a stark reminder that he wants us only to combust together.
“I like this view.” His fingers inch up my sides until he cups a breast in each hand, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers and pinching just enough that a zing of pleasure tugs at my core, and I moan for more.
Giggling at the admiration on his face and in his words, my hips swirl, and feeling him stiff between my legs is foreign but inviting. Intriguing me, I slide up and down, back and forth, my slickness easing the movements.
“Ah fuck,” Saint groans, grasping the bed frame above his head. “You feel amazing.” His praise bolsters my confidence while also causing me to worry he’s in pain, given how the veins in his straining neck bulge and pulse.
“Does it hurt?” I coast my hands across his sweaty, tense chest.
“Fuck no.” His growl makes me think otherwise.
“Will it hurt if I put it in?”
Sinking his teeth into his lower lip, Saint reaches for my hips, sliding his hands around and gripping my ass cheeks in each palm. He lifts me up, sits up himself to take my lips in a luscious kiss while guiding my body so his tip is at my entrance.
Oh so slowly, he slips it in, stuffing me with just the tip of him as he draws back, our eyes meeting, and lets me lower at my own pace. The gradual slide feels heavenly once I’m completely settled on top of him.
“I like this,” I confess.
Rubbing his hands up my back, Saint buries his face in my chest, kissing side to side and suckling my flesh as I wiggle and move, gauging the real feel of him inside of me for the first time.
“If you don’t stop this, it’ll be over before we start, sweet haven.”
It’s then that I remember Saint has never done this either. While I’m technically not a virgin, having that taken from me, this is the first time I’ve been with a man because I want to.
Brushing my lips against his ear, my whispered, “But then we can start again,” causes his fingers to dig into my back where he’s holding me tight. “Lay back, let me please you this time.”
“Christ, woman.” He sucks on the side of my breast, and I smile, knowing he’s likely left a mark. But then he does as told, keeping his hands on my thighs as I start to move.
His eyes briefly close before focusing back on my face. Nothing needs saying as I begin moving, our pleasure growing to a boiling point, and the tingle from before returns, only stronger this time. Building and flowing through my veins and limbs. Euphoria explodes, and I cry out as Saint holds me in place while thrusting up into me, chasing his own release while amplifying mine.
We explode in a frenzy of sweat and sweet words, and he holds me to his chest as I collapse against him. Kissing the top of my head, rubbing his hands all over my body, and helping me ease back into myself.
“You’re beautiful when you come apart like that.” His baritone is melodic and filled with his own ecstasy.
“We’re beautiful.” I slur my murmured words as exhaustion takes hold, and I fall asleep with Saint still hard inside me, experiencing a quiet peace that’s been missing for so many years.
CHAPTER 19
Saint
For hours, I’ve been sitting inside this dungeon with Jeremy, Holt, and Craig. Caleb’s body has been dumped in a swamp somewhere, and being alone with the remaining three men who tormented my Lake incites a level of rage I’ve never experienced before.
