His smile raises the hair on the back of my neck. “Then make sure you burn it all, Indie darling.”
My lips slam to his as I grip him to me so harshly, that I fear if I let go, so will this moment.
That I’ll wake up and find that this was all a fever dream.
That he never spoke those words to me, that my soul never found its way home to him.
He kisses me back, slowly, tenderly, to the point where my toes curl. My back presses against the trunk, and he drops his hands behind my thighs, hooking them to lift me into it.
Saint places his hand against my chest, and I follow his silent demand, lying on my back whilst he works to get my lower attire off.
My heart rate spikes when I notice he’s opened the sunroof, and the twinkling night sky shines bright above us.
Just as I begin to get lost in them, he grips my thighs, throwing them over his shoulders, and doesn’t give me a single second to prepare.
His tongue melts against my clit, devouring me in a way that a dying man would eat his death-row meal. My fingers reach out to drag them through his hair, yanking on the strands as the pressure begins to build, the need to have him close to me setting me on fire.
A fever ruptures all over my skin when he slides his fingers inside me. I cry out his name so loud when he curls them, it echoes into the vast beyond.
I can’t find it in myself to care; anyone could be out there, but I’ll sing from this damn mountain top, if it means I can stay wrapped in its bliss forever.
My chest heaves, my eyes out of focus when he brings on the ecstasy-laced euphoria. He leans over me to kiss me, and I can taste myself on him as his tongue wickedly strokes mine.
The sound of his zipper going down fills the car, then the head of his cock rests against my entrance, causing my breath to hitch into his kiss, shattering my breathing the moment he slides into me with ease.
I take every inch of him, stretching until he hits the hilt. The sensation as he slides through my quivering walls has the eyes rolling to the back of my head.
Saint groans against my lips, “Fuck, baby.”
It’s so vastly different to his menacing form, wrapped in desperation, and my body shudders all over, listening to this terrifying being be so affected by me.
My cry is needy, my vision blurring in and out of focus as the battle ensues to halt the rolling of my eyes to the back of my head, each of my moans weaved in an, “Oh, God.”
Digging my nails into his forearm, his hand reaches to secure around my neck, each of his strokes a taunt towards me tipping over the edge again.
Saint’s dark laugh rumbles around me, forcing my eyes open when the grip on my neck tightens.
“Screaming up to the heavens for that arrogant God again, baby? Not in front of me.”
His hips slow through each of his words, but then he suddenly slams against me, his cock hitting the hilt. It’s a warning, and the agonising build-up begins humming within me when he moves again, each lazy thrust caressing against that spot that has white bleeding at the edges of my vision.
His smoke-covered voice wraps around me. “Those stars you’re seeing? Those ones belong to us sinners, not the sky. They shine only because of our darkness.”
My legs tighten behind him, whilst his fingers test the pressure of my pulse.
I’m so close to blacking out, feeling the eruption peaking as the light-headedness picks up my orgasm.
Saint snakes his palm from my pubic bone, calloused skin coursing all the way to my ribs. “And when their burn becomes more intense, that usually means they’re about to come undone.”
Those wicked words seal my fate. My body trembles as the shockwave consumes me in a ball of fire and ice, the heat of our moment and the winter air licking against my skin.
My back bows off the surface, but Saint’s grip on me is like a vice, holding me in place as the darkness seeps over my whitening vision.
Fear.
Fixation.
Obsession.
