Page 63 of Savage Saint
"Use me," I tell her, voice rough with need as her thrusts become more frantic. "Use my cock to get yourself off, Butterfly."
She does. Her pace grows desperate, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps against my ear. When she comes, she cries out against my mouth, body tensing and trembling beneath me. The sound of her pleasure, raw and uninhibited, pushes me over the edge. My hips jerk against hers as I follow her, my world narrowing to nothing but her.
"Fuck me," I pant, pressing my forehead against hers. "I haven't come in my pants since I was a teenager." I let out a breathless laugh. It sounds foreign on my lips. When was the last time I laughed? "If you do this to me through clothes, what's it going to be like when I finally sink into your cunt?"
Her eyes darken at my words, her hips moving against my still hard dick once more.
I grin, my lips against hers as I ask. "You want more, Butterfly?"
"Please," she gasps, before sliding her tongue into my mouth.
I shift my hips, slipping my hand into her leggings, when she protests the absence of my cock. Such a needy pussy. She's still slick and sensitive, and my fingers slide in easily. I pump them inside her, my thumb circling her clit as she gasps. Her walls clench around my fingers, pulling me deeper, and something primal stirs in my chest. This—her surrender, her pleasure—feeds something dark and hungry inside me.
"Angelo," she moans, her head falling back, exposing the delicate line of her throat.
I watch her face, transfixed by every flicker of pleasure that crosses her features. Her lips part, eyes half-lidded and glazed with desire. The sight of her coming undone makes my once again hard cock throb painfully against my shorts. Her vulnerability, freely given to me, is more intoxicating than any drug.
Her hips rock against my hand, desperate and urgent. I curl my fingers, finding that spot inside her that makes her breath hitch and her body tremble.
"That's it, Butterfly," I murmur against her ear. "Let me feel you fall apart again."
She clutches my shoulders, nails digging in as her body tenses. When her release crashes through her minutes later, she cries out my name like a prayer, her inner muscles pulsing around my fingers. The raw, unfiltered pleasure on her face is almost enough to make me come again.
I've never seen anything more fucking beautiful.
When she finally stills, I slide my fingers out slowly, watching her eyes flutter open. They're dark with desire, pupils blown wide, and I know mine must look the same.
"Lick them clean," I command, my voice gravel-rough as I hold my fingers in front of her lips.
Her eyes widen at first, but then something shifts in her gaze. A challenge. A decision. She leans forward, never breaking eye contact as she parts her lips and takes my fingers into her mouth.
Fuuuck.
Her tongue swirls around my digits, hot and wet, tasting herself on my skin. It takes every ounce of self-control not to groan as she sucks gently, cleaning her arousal from my fingers with slow, deliberate strokes of her tongue.
When she's done, she releases them with a soft pop, her lips glistening.
"Why?" she asks, voice husky and raw. The question hangs between us, loaded with meaning I'm not sure either of us fully understands.
I drag in a ragged breath, fighting for control as the fingers she so thoroughly sucked just a second ago curl into a fist besideme. My cock is hard again already, straining against my pants, demanding I take what I want. What I need.
"Because if I taste your pussy now, I'll lose it," I admit, the words tearing from my throat like a confession. "I'll do things you're not ready for."
The admission costs me. I don't explain myself to anyone, don't show weakness, don't reveal my thoughts. But with her, the rules are different. She needs to understand what she's dealing with. What kind of monster she's awakened.
Her lips part slightly, eyes searching mine. I don't look away, don't try to hide the hunger that must be written all over my face.
There's been a shift inside me. It's not just lust, though fuck knows there's plenty of that. It's something deeper. More terrifying.
The realisation hits me like a bullet to the chest: I don't just want her body. I want all of her. Her sharp mouth and sharper mind. Her resilience. Her fire. I want her nightmares and her dreams, her past and her future. I want to own every fucking piece of her soul even if destroys us both.
And I have no idea what to do about it.
This isn't part of the plan. This isn't who I am. I don't do feelings, don't do attachments. I fuck, I fight, I kill. That's all I know. All I'm good for.
But Kasia... She's changing everything, changing me.
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