Page 64 of Imperfect Saint
“Are you sure? Baby, I can’t be gentle this time. I need you too much.”
“You don’t have to be so gentle with me, Hunter. Not anymore.” She leaned forward and brushed their lips together, “You put me back together, remember? I won’t break.”
“Millie.” Her words sank deep inside of him and touched his heart.
“Make love to me.”
His heart squeezed painfully and if he hadn’t already been head over heels in love with her he would have been in that moment. She wasn’t broken anymore. She said he’d healed her, put her back together, and made her whole. And God he loved her for saying it.
She hadn’t said she loved him, but it was close. It was as close as she’d come to saying it even if she showed him in a million little ways every day. He wanted the words though, he wanted her to say them more than he wanted his next breath. But he also didn’t want her to say them because she was lust drunk on wanting him so he kissed her rather than risk her saying those words in the heat of a passionate moment.
He kissed her as he pulled her back to the edge of the counter and tilted her hips up. He kissed her as he pushed aside the tiny scrap of fabric that she called underwear. He kissed her as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, making them both gasp and moan a second before he lost control and snapped his hips forward.
“Hunter!” Millie cried out as he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
He groaned and his fingers tightened on her thighs. He squeezed, not thinking to lighten his touch for her benefit. Not thinking about the fingerprint bruises that he might be leaving behind. He simply held her as tight as her body held him and he drove as deep as he could get again and again and again.
He buried his face in her neck and let his hips flex. There was no thought left to it. Only feeling. The warmth of her all around him. The squeeze of her muscles as she flexed. The roll of her hips as she met him stroke for stroke. Her fingers dug into his ass, her fingernails urging him on each time he pulled back before driving deep again.
In all the times he’d taken her since the night in the woods, he’d never taken her like this. He’d never been so rough. He’d never let himself get so out of control. He’d always tried to temper his touch, to be gentle and easy. He knew her past and he hadn’t wanted to scare her with just how much he wanted her.
But she’d told him that he didn’t have to be easy with her. She’d said she wanted him. She’d said that he fixed her, and that was a statement he couldn’t ignore. He’d needed to hear it. Somewhere, something deep inside of him had needed to know that she trusted him to be real with her, to let go. He’d needed to know that she trusted him completely.
“Oh God.” Millie moaned, “Hunter. Hunter. I…”
When her breath caught, he growled and nipped at the soft flesh of her earlobe, “You close, sweetheart? Yeah. You’re close. I can feel you, gripping me like a vice, that’s it baby, squeeze me just like that.”
Millie whimpered, her head tilted back and her eyes closed.
She loved it when he talked to her like this and he loved that she loved it. She got off hard when he told her all the dirty things he wanted to do to her. When he whispered filthy promises to her as he took her slow and sweet. Already, he could feel her body getting hotter, getting tighter, and getting even wetter as her orgasm bore down on them both.
“That’s it, baby. Make me come with you. Take me deep.”
“Ah, Oh, Hunter…” Millie’s nails dug in so hard he wondered if he’d be bleeding when she came.
Her body pulsed and pulled at him. He drove deep, fucking through her orgasm. They were both sweaty and half dressed. They were wrapped around each other, connected so deeply there was no way to tell where he ended and she began. That knowledge was the thing that ultimately sent him over the edge, careening into his own climax.
He came and he came hard. He buried himself as deep as he could get as he exploded. His cock unloaded inside of her and he’d never felt anything more perfect in his life. He loved that they’d had the talk about condoms and she was on birth control He didn’t want to have to worry about remembering to always carry enough condoms. He only wanted to enjoy the feeling of connecting them in the most basic and intimate way imaginable.
He blacked out for a long moment. The pleasure was too much. It completely overtook him and the only thing that kept him from falling to the floor when his legs wanted to give out was holding onto Millie. He ended up with her wrapped in his arms. Her head was on his chest and his head was buried in her hair.
“Jesus. Millie.” He finally groaned as his sanity began to return. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm.” She hummed, her head still against his chest, “More than okay.”
“Are you sure?” He forced himself to raise his head even though it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. He searched her face but she looked as dazed as he felt. Her eyes were glassy and heavy lidded, completely sated with pleasure. A small smile curled her lips and he kissed the edge of it. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”
“Never.” She nuzzled against him.
“I was rough.”
“You were sexy.”
“Yeah?” His lips twitched and her cheeks flushed a brighter shade of pink.
“I missed you this week.”
“I missed you too, baby. So much.”
