Saint #2
“I know exactly the kind of monsters I should fear,” she counters.
“You are not one of them. You’re nothing like them.
You’re stubborn and grumbly, sure. Do you intimidate the hell out of people?
Yes. Do I know without a doubt you can carve someone up with your knives? Yes. But I’m not afraid of you.”
“But my brother—”
“Is not you,” she cuts me off. “You’re the one who saved me.
You’re the one who stayed with me. You put me back together when I didn’t think the broken pieces were worth reassembling.
You’ve believed in me from the start, even when my mind felt like a labyrinth.
You make me feel safe, seen. You’re all I think about.
All I crave. All I want. You’re…Saint, you’re the most amazing being I’ve ever met.
And I know how we met was really fucking shitty.
I understand if you can’t see past how you found me and the reasoning behind it.
I’ll understand if you look at me and only see your brother’s victim—”
“I don’t see you that way. Ever. You’re strong, Aurora. So fucking strong.” I can’t stop myself from grazing my knuckles over her cheek.
She puts her hand over mine, leaning into my touch.
“Then please,” she begs. “Be with me. Stop holding yourself back. Stop punishing yourself over someone you’re nothing alike.”
“Aurora,” I warn as she runs her free hand down my chest. “I don’t want to hurt you. If I lose control—”
“You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.” She leans closer, reaching up to tug me toward her. “Please. I just want you and me. No more fantasies. No more altered dreams or realities. Just you. Exactly as you are.”
Fuck. How can someone as sweet as her want a monster like me?
“No scenes. No images. Just you, Saint,” she reiterates when I’m frozen.
The words shatter the rest of my resolve.
I bend down, cupping her face in my hands as I graze my mouth over her lips.
She melts into me, arms wrapping around my neck to draw us closer.
Instinct floods my body as I kiss her. I part her lips with my tongue, relishing her little whimper as I tilt her head to kiss her at a deeper angle.
She opens for me, her submission doing everything to drive me completely mad.
My hands drop to her ass, gently gripping it as I move us on the bed. I lean back against the headboard, positioning her on top of my lap, letting her straddle me. “You’re in control.”
The grin that shapes her kiss-swollen lips is everything. I can spend the rest of my existence making her smile like that and I’ll die happy.
“I’m in control?” she asks, rocking her hips over me.
Her silk pajama shorts do little to put a barrier between us, and I feel every ounce of her delicious heat over my hard cock.
“Always,” I assure her, and hope to fuck I’m telling the truth. Every time she grinds against me, seeking that pressure she needs, I lose another bit of my restraint.
She takes my mouth with hers, kissing me harder before pulling back. “Tell me what you want.”
Heat streaks beneath my skin.
She goes still above me. “I want you,” she declares again. “But you haven’t said—”
“I want you like my next breath, Aurora.” I grip her hips, dragging her heat over my length.
“That doesn’t mean I’m not afraid I’ll hurt you if I lose control.
” Anticipation flutters over her features, and desire drenches her scent.
I growl again. “I say things that should frighten you and you blush?” I lift her slightly, gliding my hand over her thigh.
“I bet if I touched you right now, you’d be slick for me.
Wouldn’t you?” I skim the inside of her thigh, beneath her silk shorts.
A sigh flows past her lips. “Only one way to find out.” She rocks against my hand, sending it farther beneath her shorts.
“Fuck. Aurora.” My fingers glide against her heat. I curl my fingers, groaning as I feel how wet she is for me.
She trembles as I keep touching her, her palms flat against my chest as she moves against my hand, urging me to do more. “You see what you do to me?” she asks. “How you make me feel?”
I’m on fire watching her, relishing the way her mouth parts as I slide a finger inside her heat, then another, stretching her. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
She tilts her head back, moaning softly as I pump my fingers into her. “I’ve seen some of them in your dreams,” she says between little gasps. “I want to give you all of those dreams and more.”
Fuck me, this female will be my end. I know it.
I move my free hand along her body, touching every inch of her I can reach. Savoring every sigh, every pulse of her pussy around my fingers. “You’re so close.”
“Yes. Please.”
I shift, moving to capture her mouth as I pump my fingers into her faster, harder, reading the cues of her moans and body to give her exactly what she needs to fly.
“Saint!” My name is a cry on her lips as she clenches around my hand, fluttering as her orgasm rolls through her. Her fangs punch out, and I tilt my head, baring my neck as I gently remove my hand.
She inches toward me, fangs poised to strike. The anticipation sets me on fire. I’ve never wanted anyone to bite me so badly.
Aurora draws back, eyes hazed as she looks at me. I furrow my brow. She draws her silk tank top over her head, then stands to slide her shorts off, baring herself to me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She grins as she bends down, hooking her fingers into my boxer briefs and inching them down my legs. And fuck me, I let her. I let her strip me down. Let her settle over me, her slick heat searing as it teases the hard line of my cock.
“Fuck, Aurora.” Another warning, even as I’m gripping her hips and urging her to glide over me some more. She feels like hot silk over me, and it’s almost painful to not sink into her immediately.
She braces her hands on my chest again before reaching one down between us, fisting my cock so deliciously, I thrust into her hand on instinct. Kissing me, she slides my thick head between her wetness, teasing us both before she releases me and sinks down an inch.
Her fangs are on display again, and I can see the hunger in her eyes.
“Aurora.” I bare my neck again, groaning as she sinks atop me another inch.
She takes me inside her, gasping as she’s fully seated. I keep my hands on her hips, locking all my muscles as she adjusts to my size. Goddamn, she feels so good wrapped around me, all searing heat and slick warmth.
“Drink. Feed,” I demand, eying her fangs.
“You first,” she fires back, rolling her hips with me inside her.
I hiss, my head falling back against the headboard as she does it again. “You feel so fucking good.”
“I’ll taste even better,” she teases, lifting above me. I slide out only for her to sink atop me again.
“Fuck,” I groan. She’s fire as she chases her pleasure, taking the reins, like we’ve done this a hundred times. I lift up, drawing us closer, capturing her mouth in mine as she rides my cock like it was made for her.
She draws out of the kiss, her fangs out as she grins at me. She reaches up, grazing her thumb over one of mine. “Please, Saint,” she begs, tilting her head to the side, positioning her neck right in front of my mouth. “Please bite me. I want to give you what you need.”
“Say it again,” I demand, my voice coated in territorial claiming.
She rocks against me, harder, faster, her breaths coming in short bursts as pleasure drenches her scent. She’s right there. And I know exactly what will send her flying over the edge. “Bite me.”
I strike without another thought, my fangs sinking into the delicate flesh of her neck.
“Yes,” she moans, her moves faltering for only a moment as I drink.
She tastes like vanilla and cinnamon, hot and thick and perfect. I take another pull, my senses whirling with the way she coats my throat. Aurora moves again, rolling her hips harder, gripping my shoulders as she clenches so tightly around my cock, her orgasm makes her pulse around me.
I pump into her in time with my pulls on her neck, relishing the waves of pleasure I can taste in her blood.
It fills me in a way nothing has before.
Sends my mind splintering in a million different directions.
It’s power and desire and life. It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
She’s everything. There’s nothing that will ever top this.
Her fangs sink into my wrist, sending a bolt of lightning straight down the center of me.
I didn’t even realize she’d pulled my hand to her mouth.
She drinks as I do, unabashed and greedy as she continues to ride me.
I take another drink, pumping into her as she crashes against me, the two of us completely lost in the mind-bending pleasure of fucking and feeding, laying claim to everything between us.
She’s my beginning and my end. My entire reasoning for existence.
I feel her tighten around me again, and she bites me just a little harder.
I come so hard my vison blacks out for a moment. I draw my fangs back, licking her wounds closed as she does the same to my wrist. She’s limp in my arms, but her lips are in a smile and stained with my blood.
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful,” I tell her.
She swipes a thumb over my bloody lips. “Me neither.”