Christ, this isn’t exactly an appropriate conversation to be having whilst getting turned on.
“You’ve seen nothing, Indie darling.”
I force down a swallow, my breathing picking up. “So show me.” I whisper my dare, my palm tracing up his chest.
Saint helps me forget, takes away the weight from the harsh truths my reality bears.
Right now, it’s got to the point where it’s too much, and I want to get lost in him, just for the small hours of relief it brings me, knowing it’s always there when I need an escape.
If I could, I’d avoid the real world at Olympic level with the help of him.
He smirks, pulling away to disappear back into the bedroom, leaving me with the loss of his touch. Only a few seconds pass before he returns, my eyes training on his as he stalks towards me, stepping back between my thighs. “The only immoral things I’d do to you are the kind your body craves from me.” He kisses me on the neck as my head leans to the side, giving him access. “And you’ve always been tempted by the devil, haven’t you, darling?”
My moan is my only response, his finger dipping against the band of my panties, pulling them aside. He hums in approval as his knuckles glide down my slit, smearing my wetness over me as he circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb.
“Are you wet for me, baby, or at the thought of what these hands can really do?”
Saint has an ungodly way of words; it’s outright diabolic at the mania they’re causing to possess me. How one minute, rage can surge through me at the indecisiveness of having my own sibling wiped off this earth for her betrayal.
One sinful sentence from him, partnered with those wicked ways and delivered in that dark silk of a voice?
That flicks a switch and beckons me to him in an instant.
“Both,” I whisper shamelessly, whimpering when the tip of his cock nudges against my entrance, too lost in my head to even notice he’d dropped the towel from his waist.
“Then just so we’re clear.” A growl thunders in his chest, executed so smoothly, it feels like a slow burn warming me from the inside out. “You know I love you, don’t you?”
The question catches me off guard as I watch him raising one of my legs, dragging it out of my underwear.
“Yes,” I whisper, following his command and hooking my knee along the crook of his elbow, his hand gripping the top of my thigh firmly.
“And no matter what I do from now on, you’ll never question it?” I feel the pressure of something wrapping around my thigh, my eyes darting to him securing the knife and sheath he’d strapped to me on the way to the event, his promise filling my ears.
The braveness from my earlier dare seems not so courageous now as I stutter, “No, why?”
The moment the leather strap goes through the buckle, he yanks it tight, making me gasp. His gaze drags along my breasts, all the way to my eyes, a sinfully laced desire pouring all over me.
Apprehension and lust weave together when I feel like I’ve been lured in his trap. Those grey eyes darken like never before, the colour barely visible with how much his pupils have blown.
“Because, darling. I’m about to fuck you in a way that’s going to make you wonder if I ever did in the first place.”
Saint rams the full length of his cock inside me, bypassing me time to adjust to his size or his devious plans. He slams into me with a relentless fury, his dick punishing me through every pulse of his hips, and narrowed eyes stare down at my pussy, and then the knife sheathed to my thigh, a deep groan each time his hand caresses the metal.
My ass slides along the counter, fighting to stay in place as my free leg hooks against his waist, working my core at its capacity to keep me in place. Saint, on the other hand, stands there like he could fuck me like this all day.
His hand cups against my mouth, silencing my cries and pinching me at the nose, cutting off my air. My elbows dig intothe wall behind me, keeping resistance against him as each of his drives have my world blurring.
It takes everything in me to keep my focus on him, dropping my gaze to his torso to watch the hypnotic movement as his inked abs flex against the neat pack of muscles with each demanding stroke. My greedy hand presses against them, feeling the slick grooves slide underneath my palm as I drag my nails down it, marking this animal as mine.
The black of his tattoos bleeds with the unconsciousness licking my vision, my hands clawing his forearm as his movements pick up when he notices my eyes lolling in my head.
The orgasm races to the surface as my pussy throbs, exploding the minute I go to black out, his hand releasing me as I devour the air.
My limbs no longer work, nor does my vision as it fights for clarity, and Saint drags my boneless body from the counter, slamming me against the wall as he raises one of my legs out to the side, sliding back into me as my back arches on its own.
It’s a miracle I even manage to groggily mumble, “Fuck, Saint. Please.”
He doesn’t move when he gets all the way in, both of us panting as the sound fills the room. His warm breath ghosts the shell of my ear, each word spoken from his lips brushing against my skin.
