My eyes travel to his face. In sleep, he looks younger. The hard edges soften. His dark hair falls across his forehead, and his full lips are parted slightly.
He's handsome. I've known this, but seeing him like this, vulnerable, unguarded, powerful even in sleep, something twists low in my belly.
This man agreed to help me.
Not because I'm his wife. Not because Antonio told him to. Not even because of the blowjob, though I'm sure that didn't hurt.
Saint is a man, after all.
He agreed because Adrian pissed him off. Because knocking my brother down a peg serves Saint's interests.
But it also serves mine.
Our desires align, and for the first time since this marriage started, we want the same thing.
And that realization, that knowledge that I have an ally, even a self-interested one, makes heat pool between my thighs.
I want Saint.
Not the obligatory eleven o'clock fuck. Not the transactional breeding sex.
I want him because I'm horny and he's attractive.
Before I can second-guess myself, I slide the sheet down. He's half-hard already, morning wood pressing against his thigh.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips.
His eyes open immediately. Green and alert, no grogginess. A predator even in waking. The knowledge of that thrills me. Something about the predatory nature of Saint turns me on. Knowing that he's dangerous, a killer, and yet, under me, makes me wet.
"Gemma." His voice is rough with sleep. "What are you?—"
I sink down onto him in one smooth motion, gasping as he stretches me.
"Fuck," he moans, hands flying to my hips.
I'm wet enough that he slides in easily. The stretch is perfect, filling me completely. He's big, and this new position has his cock hitting a slew of new places.
I brace my hands on his chest and start to move.
Slow at first. Rolling my hips, finding the angle that makes my breath catch. His fingers dig into my skin, but he doesn't try to control the pace. Just watches me with those intense eyes.
"This is new."
"You said mutual benefit." I lean forward, changing the angle. Deeper, adding delicious pressure to my clit that makes my eyes heavy. "I'm benefiting."
His laugh is dark. Amused. "By all means. Take what you want, princess." He folds his arms behind his head, the picture of nonchalance. "Don't let me stop you."
I wasn't planning on it.
I ride him harder, faster.
It's like Saint is my own personal sex toy, and I fucking love it. The man who's been using my body for weeks is now mine to use. His cock is perfect inside of me, and the drag of his pelvic bone against my clit is causing me to clench. I'm chasing my own pleasure, using Saint's body, and the knowledge makes me quiver.
I get why men like dominance. It's heady.
I place my hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
"Fuck. You're beautiful like this," he says, and there's something in his voice I haven't heard before. Not quite softness, but close.
