My skin feels like it’s on fire; my pulse roars in my ears as he devours me with an unmatched hunger. Electricity sparks to life on every inch of skin his hand glides over, restarting my heart to a thunderous rhythm that I never thought I’d feel again.
Each stroke of his tongue intoxicates me. Our kiss doesn’t break, even when my back hits off the wall, and his fingers work on my cargos.
It’s not fast enough; there’s too many layers and not enough time for this. But I might die if I don’t.
I need it the same way my starved lungs are fighting for their oxygen.
He pulls away from me ever so slightly, enough that I feel the warmth from his huffed laugh against my lips. “I need you to know that I was always going to make my way back to you.”
When his hand reaches between my thighs, tracing circles on my hypersensitive clit, I whimper instead of answering.
“Whether that be through death or life, you and I were always destined to be together, darling.” He flips me around in one swift movement, plucking my earpiece and gun from me and tossing it to the ground.
“But to think I almost gave up on this?” he hisses the moment his cock slides inside me, and the fullness takes my last remaining breath away as he does it in one full thrust. “I can’t fuck you if I’m dead, Indie. So forgive me for being a fucking idiot.”
I cry out when he pushes all the way in, picking up to a rhythm that has my toes curling at the sublime bliss coursing through my body.
My hands palm against the wall, pushing back into him as his name tumbles over each of my cries, each one making him fuck me harder.
“I told you to scream for me, baby, so make sure the dead know it’s me you cry out for,” he pants in my ear, words staggered as they pitch with each movement of his hips.
My head falls back against his chest, rolling it to the side as the dead guy’s blood seeps into the cell. Fuck, this is so unhinged. Why the hell do I love it?
Saint sucks on my neck, his fingertips on one hand digging painfully into my hips, whilst the other knots in my hair and tugs my head to give him access. The heat in my core is humming to a dangerous level, each thrust sending me closer to the edge.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he mutters in that gravelly, sexy voice when I arch my back into him, pushing against him as my cries echo off the concrete walls. His palm slaps against mymouth as he stops to knock my feet out wider, keeping his name contained when he hits that spot inside me. He’s so deep that tears run down the side of my face.
“Changed my mind. These screams are for my fucking ears only.”
He fucks me like it’s our last moment on earth; it’s a battle to keep my heavy eyes open when he pinches my nose. The coil tightening inside me is so intense, I feel like I could shatter at any minute.
“Saint!” Rex calls from outside the cell, but he doesn’t stop, in fact, he somehow goes harder.
“Not now, Rex,” he growls, tightening his grip around my face.
Rex’s tut is loud. “Unbelievable. You’re getting your dick wet before I even get a thank you!” His muttered disapproval disappears as he goes further away from us, and it sends Saint primal, fucking me as he loses control, knowing we can’t lock ourselves away for much longer.
It only makes me wetter, knowing the situation we’re in, that someone could barge in this cell and shoot us. It feels like I’m living on the edge. Dancing with the devil as he lures me further into his pits of a morally grey hell.
It’s utter madness.
And it’s freeing.
I moan his name against his palm, feeling the band pull tight and snap with an almighty force. The stars once thought to be lost bleed through my vision as my eyes squeeze shut, still seeing their force behind my lids in the darkness.
“Fuuucking hell, Indie.” His groan vibrates down my spine as I tighten around him. “That’s it, baby, come back to me.” His movements become staggered until he eventually bucks his hips, filling me with his cum as he fights with his breathing.
When his hand drags away from my face, my pants burst free, and I press my face against the tiles on the wall, basking in the coolness. Saint presses a kiss against my cheek as he whispers against my skin, “I love you.”
I drag my underwear and trousers up my shaky legs and turn to face him, doing the same. “Love won’t absolve you, Saint. Youarea fucking idiot.”
There’s a smug look on his face as he reaches for my earpiece, lifting it to secure it onto himself and smacking my ass with his free hand. Those thunderous eyes still have evidence of the heat of the moment, rolling down my body, before they lazily works their way back up.
They have my wet thighs pressing together.
We need to get the hell out of here, because this man has a lot of grovelling to do.
Saint speaks into the earpiece, “Evening, team. I’m going to need some fucking hardware.”
