This is different from the other times. Slower. More deliberate. He's not being gentle for the sake of gentleness. No, he's studying me. Playing with me.
I'm stuck in his web, and I can't help but respond.
He changes the angle, hits something that makes me gasp.
"There?" he asks.
I don't answer.
He does it again. And again. Building a rhythm that has me biting my lip, hands fisting in the sheets.
"Let me hear you."
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stop myself from giving Saint what he wants.
"No—"
He reaches between us, finds my clit with his thumb. Circles it with just enough pressure to make my hips jerk. I'm sticky with wetness and blood, and the idea of what this looks like causes me to quiver.
He thrusts again, hitting that spot that makes me tighten.
"I said let me hear you."
The combination of the angle, the pressure, the blood on my skin, the weight of him is too much. My stomach is a tight coil, and I'm trying to keep that coil from releasing.
No. No, I can't. I won't give him this. I bite my lip, look away. Squeeze my muscles tightly.
But Saint won't allow it.
He grabs my throat, wrenching me until I have no choice but to look at him. "I said, let me fucking hear you." His thumb presses on the delicate column of my throat.
My body responds to the stimulation, to the dark thrill of everything that's wrong about this.
I snap, cumming with a broken cry, arching up into him.
He watches me through it, eyes intense. Fascinated.
"Fuck," he breathes. Then he's moving again, harder now, chasing his own release. He comes inside me with a groan, forehead dropping to my shoulder.
We lie there, both breathing hard. His weight is heavy on me. Our skin sticky with drying blood and sweat.
Finally, he pulls out and rolls off.
Silence.
I can feel him staring at me.
"Well," he says finally. "That was unexpected."
Humiliation burns through me. I came. I actually came while he fucked me covered in someone's blood.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
He smirks, and I know he's going to say something.
"Don't," I say, voice hard.
"Don't what?"
