Chapter 36 Saint #2
I really want to drag it out, seeing how many times I can entice the stars behind her eyes, but the only thing that rouses a sliver of impatience in me is having her after all these years, especially when she’s trembling beneath my touch.
I’ll selfishly grab this opportunity with both hands, because she’s never getting away from me again.
I’ll have all the time in the world to torture her.
My lips find hers, her feverish kisses taking over, and I know she can taste herself when she moans into my mouth, the erotic sound hardening my dick to the point it aches to be inside her.
Her hips lift off the bed, and I know she’s trying to get my cock inside her, consumed by the same impatience that’s now fucking eating me alive.
And as much as I want to fuck her senseless, to the point she can’t string a coherent sentence together, the slightest bit of clarity takes over.
The burning question in my mind that I need to eradicate once and for all with her response.
“This is the one and only time I’ll give you an option, darling.” I brush the hair away from her face. “Do you want to be the one to control this?” Leaning down, I place kisses along her neck, her body shuddering each time I get closer to her ear. “Or do you want to surrender entirely to me?”
I’ve been holding back with her, allowing the control to slip just enough to not catapult into our old ways, but I know nothing else when it comes to her.
I need to know she’s truly ready for it.
The pad of her finger glides along my jawline, and she stares up at me with those big fucking blue eyes, and the longer I fall into her trance, the more of my tattered soul she paws at.
“You don’t break promises, Saint. I want your wrath.”
I kiss her harshly, bruising our lips with the force I hold her to me. Pulling back just enough so she can see my smirk, I say, “On your stomach.”
She smiles against our kiss, rolling without a hint of hesitation.
I nudge her legs apart with my knees, reaching down to run my knuckles over her pussy. She’s absolutely soaked, and I glide it all over her, coating her with my fingers.
She moans, lifting her hips again as I massage her clit, teasing it with my thumb as her breathing picks up again. “Saint.”
Placing a kiss between her shoulder blades, I leisurely work my tongue all the way up the side of her neck, whispering when I reach her ear, “You’re saying a whole lot of my name, baby, but not what you want. Use your words.”
Fisting my dick, I guide it along her slit as her breathing grows harsher, the warmth causing my jaw to flex. “Please. Please fuck me, Saint.”
Tilting my hips back, I line the head of my cock with her entrance, nudging it in until it disappears, and Christ does it make my lungs shudder.
“All you had to do was ask.”
I fully sink into her, and my eyes slowly close.
Fuck, this feels like coming home.
The only heaven I’ll ever see is within her.
She looks over her shoulder at me with her head dipped, revealing heavy eyes infused with the same intoxication I’m under.
One of my hands slides over hers as she intertwines our fingers. The other reaches around her neck, cupping her jaw as I kiss her.
It’s slow and sensual, grinding my hips into her to match the rhythm of our tongues.
Tasting every single drop of what’s mine.
I steal all of her desperate moans like a midnight thief, rolling my hips until I’m right at the hilt, causing her breathing to hitch.
My voice is strangled when I speak. “Hands on the headboard.”
She frowns, looking at me with unfocused eyes.
Leaning up, I drive my hips forward in warning, and her hand shoots out against the wooden surface, just in time to save her head going through it.
My hands wrap around her hips to bring her ass in the air, and I slap a palm against it.
Hard.
She cries out, and my gaze fixates on the reddening mark swelling against her flawless skin.
When my imprint stands proud after the second slap, I drive my hips into her, fucking her into the mattress.
Her cries are muffled as she slaps her hand against her mouth, and I want to test just how loud she can get. I want everyone to know she cries for fucking me.
Snatching her hand away, I drive my cock into her like a fucking madman, eliciting her screams until I can feel the heat burning at the base of my spine.
Indie’s hands fist the sheet; she’s given up caring if anyone can hear her. “Fuck, Saint, I’m gonna—”
Her words are garbled when she drops her head to the pillow, and my thrusts become harsher, her body pushing up the bed.
My hand wraps around her nape, shoving her head into the mattress as her knees give out, fingers gripping her skyrocketing pulse.
She palms the headboard, giving me resistance in the best way.
“Give me it, baby. I want them all.”
I hit that ecstasy area in her, her back arching, and my name rips from her throat as she yields to me.
The fucking sound of it, mixing in with feeling her walls tightening around my cock, has my balls tingling.
The blood is pumping through my veins as my movements slow, riding out the waves with her as she crashes down to reality.
I lean down to kiss her tear-soaked face, brushing the tangles of dark hair stuck to her skin. “You okay, darling?”
She huffs a laugh, letting her eyes close as she swallows around my hand still gripped around her neck. “Fuck, that was—”
I yank her back with me as I kneel up on my knees, and she yelps as I bring her flush to my front.
“I’m not finished with you.”
I tug her arms behind her back, looping my arm through to band them together, forcing her to push her chest out and arch her ass right into me.
She pants, “I thought you—”
My laugh is dark. “Thought I what? Filled you with my cum? I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking see straight.”
My hips roll into her again with lazy but harsh thrusts; I watch my dick connecting the two of us as it goes in and out.
The sounds of her moans mixed with the wetness forces my jaw to flex. All I want to do is drive into her, and it’s fucking torture.
I’m struggling for air as I pull almost all the way out and in again, each thrust a struggle as she strangles my cock.
Releasing her arms, I grip her flush to me as I sheath myself all the way in. My hands trace up her waist, under the curves of her perfect tits to tease her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as her head rests against my chest, breathless pants working their way from her lungs.
I pull out and squeeze one the moment her eyes flutter closed, forcing them to snap open as she gasps.
Her entire body quivers as I coat my fingers with her orgasm, coating it over her back hole.
“Rules haven’t changed, Indie. You keep your eyes on mine.” I slide one finger inside. “Unless you want my finger replaced with my cock.”
She moans through her words. “Saint, it’s been too—it won’t—”
“Then make sure you do as I say, or I’ll make it fit.”
That’s probably my first ever threat that’s all bark with no bite; I know she’ll need practice again.
I just love to watch her squirm.
Instead, I ease my dick back into her soaked pussy, slowly building the pressure as her breathing picks up.
I can feel her clenching around my finger, wanting to pull away as her back arches. “Relax, baby. Don’t act like this never used to drive you fucking wild.”
My girl used to play the innocent act well, but that first time she let us do anal, she begged for me to do it again.
The more time I spent with her, the less of an angel she appeared.
She’d fallen from grace the minute I got my dirty paws on her.
My gaze burns into hers as I pick up my thrusts, fighting the urge for her eyes rolling back as I go harder. I want her to defy me, just so I can sink into that unforgivable strain.
I fucking need it.
She reaches up to grip my neck, bringing me closer so our kiss silences just how much she’s teetering on the edge of pleasure.
The moment I feel her tightening again, I break our kiss, the white-hot heat roaring all the way down my spine when she grips my cock. I watch her hooded eyes as we both come undone, my cum spilling inside her.
My movements grow sluggish, shoulders rising and falling until I eventually slow to a halt. I ease out of her and kiss her again, whispering against her lips, “Good girl.”
I loosen my grip around her, and she collapses as if her bones are no longer dense, rolling over on her side to look up at me.
Fuck, she’s a sight to see.
Her raven-like hair sticks to her forehead and slinks over the white sheets, wild and untamed, and her face is completely flushed.
“That was…”
I smirk, dropping down next to her on the bed, and lying on my back to try to control my own fucking oxygen supply. She positions herself, resting her head on my outstretched arm, her hands folded on my chest.
“Have I ever disappointed you, Indie?” I breathe, and it earns me a swat against my ribs.
I can’t help it; a genuine smile creeps on my face.
I never thought I’d have this again, be able to even share the same air as her.
After six years without her, combined with the shit I’ve done?
I’d never imagined I’d be lucky enough for her to barge back into my life.
“You always were a smug shit.” She laughs, the vibrations rattling the very centre of my black heart as her fingers circle the lines of my chest tattoo.
I bring her hand up.
“Not smug, I just know what you need.” I press a kiss against her palm, then wrap mine around it as she places it back down.
Those haunting blue eyes look up at me through her lashes, the very same eyes I looked for in another. I never could; the thought of even trying to replace her sent an unbearable rage through me. She’s the only one of her kind, and she was fucking made for me.
Just like I am for her.
I’ve always been selfish when it came to Indie, and some sick, deep and unhinged part of me hoped that once I brought down the twins—the entire Omnia—she’d somehow come back to me.
That I could run to her, tell her the atrocities I bestowed upon them, and win back her love for me.
But the way she’s looking at me, I don’t think our love was ever gone, only lost on its path.
And like she can read my thoughts, she tucks herself into the crook of my arm.
“I haven’t been with anyone else, not since…” Her breathing tremors. “You know.”
My thumb traces up and down the dip of her spine as I close my eyes, kissing the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her.
Something eases up in my chest when I admit mine. “I haven’t either, Indie.”
The bed sheets lie rumpled at the end, and I lean up to drag them over us when I notice the goosebumps forming across her skin.
She tightens her hold on me, and we lie in a comfortable silence.
And for the first time in years, I don’t have to dream about her.