Page 37 of Destruction of Two
We sit side by side on his bunk and I know it’s past midnight but I can’t stop talking to him. He’s this obnoxious but addicting persona that keeps drawing me back even after I walk away. A crazed part of me feels like a junkie searching for my daily fix. Saint just has that effect on people—onme.
“You think he’s nap fucking her?” I whisper, my voice resonating loud in the spacious room.
“Oh, definitely.”
A quiet moan slips from her lips and I shake my head at how right he is.
Dammit.
“It’s weird that I’m slightly jealous that he can wet dream as much as he wants. Fantasize about her until she becomes a beautiful reality. He gets wet dreams on demand and I just have angel wings. Doesn’t seem fair,” I complain.
My words are followed by another sexy moan out of Izara’s lush mouth. Yeah. Not fair at all.
A beat of silence passes before Saint replies, “Incredible sexy angel wings.”
A half smile pulls at my lips and I peer at the vampire out of the corner of my eye.
And he’s looking right at me.
I feel his burning blue stare and it’s a demanding thing that has me slowly turning toward him, tilting my head low and taking his mouth with mine as soon as he’s close enough. There’s a gentleness of his tongue that surprises me. His hands, his hands aren’t gentle at all though as he pulls me against his hard chest and I brace myself above him as he falls back on the soft mattress.
My palm skims along his sharp jawline and his tongue flicks against mine in a hungry way. I kiss him slowly, trying to slow us down but his fingers push down every one of my abs before a heavy palm presses smoothly down my hardness from over my thin boxers.
Fuck.
“Saint,” I whisper against his lips, a shaking sound that easily gets lost in the darkness.
He groans into me but he doesn’t seem to understand. A cool touch slips into the waistband of my briefs and when his palm slides down my shaft, I grip his wrist and slide his fingers back up my naked chest, planting his palm there against my racing heart as I kiss him harder.
He pauses for only a second before biting my lip and trailing his mouth along my jaw, my ear, my throat. Sharp teeth drag there as his hand pushes right back down my body and palms my cock with stroking intent. Energy trembles through me but I blink the building desire away.
And then I pull back from him.
Because if his teeth sink in, if he draws me in with that intoxicating allure of his, I’ll never get what I want. And he knows it. This is a shield; the sex, the barbed words, they all serve to keep us at bay.
“Saint.” A foot of space separates us as I hold myself above him, both of us panting and looking at one another with too much confusion.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a small smile touching the corner of his lips.
He thinks he knows. He thinks he’s so fucking smart.
But he doesn’t understand a real relationship. Not at all. He probably understands less than Phoenix ever did.
“I want to know you, Saint.”
“Baby, I want to know you too.” He lifts, leaning in to me and brushing his taunting lips against mine.
When I pull back from him, I’m still smirking at the ridiculous way his mind works.
“You know I actually want to know more about you than how your vampire cock gets hard, right?”
“Well, that is a fascinating tidbit about me. You didn’t even bother to share how yours gets hard. Please elaborate. I’ll wait.”
“While you stroke my cock?” I glance down at his hand still working me between us. And damn it, it feelsgood. But I can’t, not right now.
“Oh, is that my hand?” Genuine shock falls across his features like he has absolutely no idea how my dick crawled into his palm to begin with.
Shit. This is harder than I thought it was going to be.
