Page 92 of No Saint
As I stood across from him, I wasn’t sure why I was still clutching the pole. Why was I forcing him to take the lashes right alongside me? “I’m still not convinced,” I whispered.
His nostrils flared. “Fucking good.”
Before I could clock his movements, he was pinning me to the living room wall; his warm mouth on mine, mumbling that he never should have let me go. That he should have chased me down when he couldn’t call me. Relief filled me, that I wasn’t alone, that he’d longed for me as much as I had him. The regrets swirled between us until I was clinging to him. All I could think about was his lips on mine and the firm press of his hand on my waist. His touch felt like a brand on my soul. One I always wanted to wear.
We were nothing more than a tangle of tongues, desperate apologies, and fevered promises. Hands moving over my body, gripping and groping with the fluidity of waves crashing on shore.
It was like I’d had some kind of dam inside me, keeping all my feelings for Wolf carefully controlled. Now, he smashed right through it, flooding me with everything I’d been denying. Love and lust, and longing so damn strong, I thought I might die if he stopped right then.
“Fuck, Jade.” His heated breath touched my neck right before his teeth grazed my throat on a groan.
I barely registered him pulling my work shorts down. I didn’t care when my white cotton underwear followed. I was too lost in him. All I could focus on was the way he smoothed over every imperfect curve as though it were art to be admired.
Wolf made me feel like there was no other woman who could ever satiate him but me, and I didn’t know how I had ever doubted that. “Tell me it wasn’t a mistake. Tell me you don’t regret ending things, and I’ll stop.”
My head hit the wall when his finger plunged inside me, touching places only he could. If ever there was an incentive to keep my mouth shut, it was that.
“I didn’t end things,” I gasped. “I never wanted that.” It was only ever supposed to be a break. I’d tried to text him after two days. Another hard thrust of his fingers had me struggling for breath. “It was a mistake. It was all a mistake.”
His lips crashed over mine again, and I got lost in him. Everything became primal instinct as I reached for the band of his sweatpants and shoved them down. I needed him, the same way I always had and always would, to make me feel whole.
He broke our kiss long enough to rip his shirt over his head, then gripped my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. His hips fit perfectly between my thighs, his skin hot against mine. His hard dick pressed right against me until I felt dizzy with need.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop,” he whispered against my mouth, gaze studying mine.
I couldn’t have if the devil himself demanded it. My fingers raked into his hair, like I could force him to stay right there. “Don’t stop.”
His hands shifted to my ass before he slid inside me in one hard, possessive thrust. My head hit the wall as a sense of belonging washed over me. It was as if he were staking a flag, reclaiming lost lands. And fuck, how I wanted him to possess me, to carve his name into my heart so I’d never forget this feeling ever again. Never be able to deny it to myself.
“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking deeper as his lips skimmed my throat. “You always feel so good.”
I’d almost forgotten what this felt like. Wolf filled all the empty spaces inside me that had been hollow ever since we’d been apart.
“Fuck.”His teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my throat.“I love you.”
A lump formed in my throat, hearing him say the words I never thought I’d hear from him again. I wanted to say it back, to confess what felt like a secret I’d been carrying, but something stopped me. The scent of the whiskey on his breath, maybe. The reminder that he wasn’t sober. That he might not be doing, or saying any of this, if he were. It wasn’t enough to make me quit, though. Just bite my tongue and keep my secrets.
“I missed you,” I said instead, the last word lost when his mouth covered mine in a kiss. I didn’t know if it was his words or mine that seemed to unlock something.
He drove harder and deeper, fucking me like he was trying to imprint himself on me, on my soul. I wanted him to.
It was too much, too perfect. The feel of his rock-solid, sweat-slicked body against mine. His hot breath on my neck. The way his fingers dug bruises into my ass cheeks…
He drove deeper, harder, until I was mindless. Unable to do anything but hold on and take the pleasure he drove me to.
Warmth spread through my limbs, and I moaned into his mouth when that first trickle of euphoria made its way through my veins. It was the kind of pleasure only he could create.
“Fuck,” I gasped, a storm of sensation sweeping me under. “Wolf.”
He groaned, the sound of him losing control deep and sexy as hell. His fingers dug into my ass, teeth sinking into my neck before he stilled inside me.
Our heavy breaths filled the silence while I tried to calm my trembling body. If he put me down now, no way I’d be able to walk.
There was sex, and there was Wolf and me. No one could ever make me feel the way he did, and I wouldn’t want them to. This was just for us. Something sacred and untouchable, and if he woke up tomorrow and regretted this, I would still cherish it. Even if it was the last time. Even if this was all I could have of him.
Twenty-Four
Wolf
