Page 54 of Saint

The way water ornamented his skin.

The way he made my head spin.

The way shadow and light danced against his frame.

The way lust pirated his face.

The way he permeated the space.

The way his teeth dug into his lips.

The way he made my heart skip.

The way he arrested my thoughts.

The way he granted my soul rest.

The way I’d go to war at his behest.

My God, I was obsessed.

My God, I was in love.

“Get up, Beauty.”

With his hand outstretched, he beckoned for me to stand. Once fully vertical, he captured my lips, grabbing a handful of ass as he went. The sensation was felt with overwhelming depth as I liberated myself to acknowledge the feelings that had been growing between us. Every touch stung with electric intensity. Every kiss coerced a stampede in my chest.

“Hands on the wall,” he instructed, and I knew this was about to be toe-curling and soul-snatchingly good. I planted my palms facing up against the marble, waiting for further instruction. With his lips pressed to my neck, he issued the second command.

“Spread your legs, Beauty.”

I could feel his dick pressed against my back and the top curve of my ass, desiring nothing more than to feel it buried deep in me. Without delay, I widened my stance and waited.

“I really want to suck that pussy clean, but I’ma give you what you want,” he whispered, positioning the head with my opening. “Arch that back, Tori. You know what time it is.”

As soon as my back dipped into that requested curve, he dove into me, menacingly sweet and slow. Lengthy strokes met my center repeatedly as he entered. And all the ill vibes I’d brought home with me were tempered. Dissipating like a vapor, my anger was hardly remembered. Instead, I surrendered to pleasure. Instead, I surrendered to the grips of my skin. Instead, I surrendered to his hands – his fingers threading mine. Instead, I surrendered to lost track of time. He vanquished every concern, filling me repeatedly, caressing my insides with his strokes.

His palm collided with the side of my ass as he mumbled incoherently from behind. Hearts and bodies aligned, we commenced a slow grind. My walls contracted against savory strokes, causing him to dig his teeth into my shoulder as his touch continued to smolder.

“Tori,” he gritted as eager hips pushed back into him, requesting a higher speed.

He dipped into me once more, slowly removing himself until I felt his absence. Ending the shower, he pulled me by hand out of the stall until we were in the bedroom. With my body dripping wet everywhere, I watched him ease onto the bed.

“Since you want to set the pace, come and put that pussy on me.”

He pulled me between his legs, looking up as I straddled him. As I seated myself on his lap with him inside, his dick pulsed, issuing the green light for me to move. My hands connected to his shoulders as I menacingly rocked forward and back, enjoying the feel of him filling me.

Guttural moans and mewls tumbled from our lips. Saint dug into my hips, colliding with my movements and never losing his grip. Bites were awarded to my neck and breasts as the momentum progressed. Saint lifted his hips, leaving me absolutely breathless.

As I bounced up and down, my breasts did, too, sending Saint into a frenzied state. He slammed into me from below, pound for pound. Blow for blow, we both mowed. And then he shifted us, and I was on my side as he dug into me, hiking my thigh to meet my eyes. The friction from the position caused impossible tension to peak in me, and,

“I’m cumming!”

“Victoria! Fuck, baby!” Saint growled, and I could feel him letting off in me with a firm thrust forward.

Both spent, we lay there, still connected and a sticky mess. With neither of us desiring to move, we laid chest to chest –me tracing his jawline and him tracing his name on my thigh. Immersed in bliss, we eyed each other, sharing comfortable silence. The last thing I remembered before drifting off was the sound of his snores.

“So, are you ready to tell me what happened at brunch?”

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