Page 59 of Lethal Saint

His tongue glided through my wetness, finding every spot that made my toes curl, always lingering in the places that made my breathing short. Tingles swept across my body, following the path his hands made as they glided up my thighs, slid under thegreen velvet of my dress, and covered my boobs. His hands were so hot I might as well have been braless, the touch searing into my skin until I writhed against his mouth.

“I love it,” I dared to breathe, fire scalding me from the inside out.

This man was insane. He loved having a weapon trained on him, encouraged me to speak my mind even when I teased him or said things that should have earned his wrath. He gave me a gun, bought me excessive gifts, bought mea carplus whatever madness he’d arranged for tomorrow. I was starting to think I loved him but that was truly insane.

His tongue swirled a rapid spiral around my clit, and my back arched off the sofa. “Damien!”

“I wonder…” he murmured, doing it again and again, surrounding my clit with stimulation until I was squirming, gasping, so close. “Just how naughty is my wife…?”

I didn’t have an answer. I wanted to come. Heat boiled up in me, hotter, sharper than before. I needed his mouth back on me, needed to crash over that promised edge and fall into oblivion, but he hovered, watching me. Dark, wicked intent glimmered in pools of ink

“Trust me, my queen?”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Then give me the gun, wife.”

A shiver made my body shake. Damien laid a reverent kiss on my inner thigh and accepted the gun when I passed it down, our fingers overlapping, his so warm they seared the pads of my fingertips. I caught my breath, watching him, a little chill going through my body at the look in his eyes—sinful, delighted, and evil.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, watching him remove the magazine from the gun with fast, efficient movements. Why was that sosexy? Why was knowing this man was a lethal killer so fucking hot? I shivered, desperate for him to touch me. “Damien.”

“My name is a gift in your voice,” Damien replied, circling my clit with two fingers. “I’ll never get tired of hearing it. I want to hear you scream my name when you come. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”

I nodded fast, heat crawling all across my body, my skinfranticfor his touch. I dared to reach for my breast beneath my dress, teasing my nipples with soft touches. I wanted Damien to be rough with them like he was last night but I was so needy I’d take anything.

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned, his mouth returning to my clit and making my eyes cross when his lips wrapped heat and suction around it.

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip when a finger slid inside me, stroking slowly, tantalisingly until my hips bucked up from the sofa. When I began to flutter around him, another finger stretched me, and I gasped at the sensation of them curling at the same time his tongue stroked my clit.

I loved the vulgar promises that spilled from my husband, but his mouth around my clit? I think I loved this more. I clenched hard, obsessed with the feel of his fingers inside me, the sound of him fucking me with them getting wetter and wetter.

“Damien,” I groaned, letting my voice soar as loudly as it wanted, the knowledge that he wanted me loud, loved it, freeing me. I didn’t have to muffle my sounds or hold back.

With every stroke of his fingers and curl of his tongue, he unbound me until I was screaming, clamping down on his fingers as a powerful orgasm washed through me in demanding waves. My body crushed in pleasure’s grip, my hips bucking of their own will, my voice out of control. When he groaned against my clit, I flew higher, gasping, moaning, shaking.

Only when my hips slammed back into the sofa—I didn’t notice when they’d lifted off the cushions, driving my pussy into Damien’s mouth—did my husband groan softly and withdraw his fingers.

Relaxed and floating, I thought nothing of the move until cold metal glided through my pussy. My eyes shot wide. I stared, my mouth popping open as Damien glided the barrel of the gun over my hot, sensitive flesh, coating it in my arousal and cum.

“Damien?”

He kissed the curve of my belly, flicking a dark look up at me. “Still trust me?”

A shiver rushed down my body, goosebumps rising on my arms at that deviant stare. But I nodded. I trusted him to the ends of the earth and back.

“That’s my girl,” he breathed, placing another kiss on my body. “Brave and sexy as fuck.”

A smile tugged at my lips. I’d never felt sexy before I met him, but pleasure and power flushed me and I was surprised to find I actually did feel it. With his eyes on me and his hands worshipping my body, I was sexy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the sight of him between my thighs. His dark gold hair was mussed and rakish, that devilish look on his face making my inner muscles quiver even though I just came. This wasmy husband.

“Say it,” he demanded, husky and deep.

“You’re mine.”

Damien bit back a groan, turning his head to rub his face against my inner thigh. “So fucking yours.”

And with those words ringing in the air, he glided the gun through my slick pussy and pressed the tip to my throbbing entrance. I felt so dirty and twisted andsofucking good. I’d never known sex could feel this good and we weren’t even fucking yet. I grabbed a fistful of Damien’s hair when the gunpushed past my entrance, cold and hard inside me, a rigid, unmoving fullness that I clenched around. Wildly. Madly. So fucking desperately.

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