Page 82 of The Saint

He hadn’t worked her open with his fingers or tongue, and she didn’t want him to. Amelia wanted his thick cock to part her flesh. She wanted him to thrust into her body and fill her completely.

He came closer. She could feel his warmth as his body caged over her. Her arms moved, hands reaching for his back.

“Stay still. Not yet.”

Amelia froze.

He rubbed the hot length of his shaft over her slick folds. “God, woman.”

She writhed. The man had no idea.

“Stay still, Amelia.” Camden positioned the thick, blunt head of his cock against her tight opening.

The stretching heat was too much and not nearly enough. She raised her hips, needing him to fill her.

“Easy, baby.”

Patience had never been her virtue, but, God, he was right. She didn’t move. Every part of her needed to, but she simply experienced him taking her.

Camden inched inside her nice and slowly, drawing in and out with stilted breaths and groaning need until he seated himself completely inside her and held still.

“Cam.”

His lips pressed to hers, and he pulled the blindfold free. Amelia kept her eyes closed as he kissed her. Their lips broke apart.

Her eyes opened.

His dark ones locked on her. “Don’t ever question if I want you.”

“I won’t.”

His hips flexed. “Good, baby.”

She gasped. He shifted and eased out of her. Amelia wrapped her arms around his neck. “I didn’t know this could be so…”Good? Creative? Intense?“Fun.”

His eyebrows lifted. Camden dropped his mouth to her ear. “More than I thought was possible. I can’t get enough of you.”

Well, damn.Didn’t he go and make her fall even harder. He rocked into her again and again and again. Her legs climbed his, wrapping to his strength. Camden flexed and fucked. He drove her sky-high, to the brink of ecstasy. Their need mixed with kisses. Their gasps galloped. His forehead touched hers, eyes holding hers as she came apart.

Amelia cried his name as the orgasm hit. Every muscle in her body clenched, and hanging onto him, she felt his release as he strained into her body. He collapsed, catching himself before he crushed Amelia on the bed. Their breaths seesawed. His chest hammered against her.

Finally, he carefully disentangled himself from her. “Don’t move, sweetheart.”

Camden disposed of their protection and crawled back to her side. He pulled her close, his big spoon to her little one, and folded the comforter over them. She picked up the blindfold bythe silk tie and dangled it in front of them. This little bad boy had driven her to the edge of insanity.

“Where’s the feather?”

“In the nightstand.”

She let the blindfold drop on the bed. “You’re going to look very handsome in a suit.”

He laughed against her neck. “Glad you think so.” Camden turned her to face him. “What happens between me and you has nothing to do with whatever Esme has in mind. Okay?”

She nodded.

“But when it comes to that, trust me, and I won’t let you down.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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