Page 67 of Cruel Saint

“So fucking warm,” I exhaled, stretching her to add another finger, hooking them around to hit the spot I knew drove her wild. “So fucking tight.” I fought the urge to increase my motions, wanting her to feel every ounce of pleasure possible. “So fucking mine. You understand that, Imogene? If we’re doing this, no one else gets to fuck this pussy.”

“Yes,” she exhaled, her breathing becoming more uneven.

But I still didn’t go faster, adding another finger to stretch her out even more.

“Only I get to taste you. Only I get to touch you. Only I get to fuck you.” I stole a glance at her. “That goes for any toys you may have, too.”

She flung her eyes open. “You don’t mean…”

Slowly nodding, I inched down her body, pushing her thighs wide. “I do. From this moment forward, I own every one of your orgasms. In return, I promise to make them the best damn orgasms of your life. Do we have a deal?”

I dragged my tongue along the seam of my lips, resisting the urge to dive in for a taste. It was fucking torture, being so close to her.Smellingher. Seeing her desire dripping down her thighs.

Finally, she nodded. “Only you get to taste, touch, and fuck me. No toys allowed.”

“You can use toys,” I corrected. “As long as I give you permission first. Now…” I pushed her thighs wider. “I want you to come all over my face.”

Not wasting a second, I buried my face between her legs, the combination of my tongue on her clit and fingers inside of her causing her muscles to clench. Her motions increased, her moans intermingling with the sound of her slickness, and I knew she was close.

“Come on, Imogene,” I encouraged. “Don’t hold back. I want you to scream for me.”

“I can’t,” she managed to protest through her labored breathing. “Not when?—”

“Let him hear you. Then he’ll finally know what you sound like when you don’t have to fake an orgasm.”

She didn’t bother asking how I knew about Liam and her, too overcome with sensation. Her muscles tightened and I nibbled on her clit again. In a heartbeat, her body detonated around me, her pleasure soaring through her in waves.

And like I wanted, she didn’t hold back, her cries of pleasure filling the room.

I didn’t wait for her to come down. Didn’t drag out her bliss. I needed to be inside of her. Needed to feel her pussy as it clenched around my cock.

Shooting to my feet, I unbuckled my belt and pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, fishing out a condom as she scrambled to her knees and reached for me. I was so clouded by lust and the need to be inside of her, I hadn’t considered she’d try to remove my shirt until it was too late. The instant her fingers toyed with the top button, my hand flew up, wrapping around her wrist in a punishing grip.

“Don’t,” I growled, my voice harsh.

Her gaze flung wide as discomfort flashed in her expression.

I feared this would eventually come up. Feared she’d question why I’d insist on keeping my shirt on.

I didn’t know if I could stomach letting her see why. Didn’t know if I could handle the pity I would find on her face.

Or maybe the disgust.

I quickly loosened my grasp. “Sorry. I just… That’s a hard limit for me.”

She furrowed her brow. “What is? Letting me see you?”

“It is.”

“Why?”

“Imogene…” My voice was a warning.

“Don’t Imogene me,” she snipped back. “Just tell me why.” She pressed her hand to my cheek, her touch achingly gentle.

I closed my eyes, basking in the warmth of her skin on mine. It felt so tender, so familiar.

So…safe.

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