Page 87 of Dirty Little Saint

“What can I help you with, Miss Blackwell?” He doesn’t look up.

I place my hand on his back. “Felix… I’m sorry I’ve been distant. That was so beautiful. It means everything to me.”

He sighs and turns around to face me. “You don’t have to apologize for how you feel. I get it. You need me to make the coven stronger. But you don’t have to like it.”

Fuck. I’m such an asshole.

I shake my head, taking his hands in mine. “I want you, Felix. Not because of your power or your last name. But because you’re strange and beautiful and you make me feel special. I let my guilt get in the way.”

He towers over me, his eyes alight with ache and desire. “You are special, Little Raven. And you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

I look down, my eyes brimming with tears. “I hurt Villette, alienated you from your family, and turned you into a spectacle in front of your students and peers. All because I’m selfish and greedy.”

Felix tilts my chin up. He brushes his thumb across my cheek, wiping a tear away. “Listen, love. I pushed my family away a long time ago. That has nothing to do with you. Villette will forgive you. Her heart is too full of love to leave room for grudges. And fuck the students and the other teachers. They’re all just jealous. Every single one of them would trade places with us if they could.”

This man is breaking me, piece by piece. Tearing my walls down with every word he utters. With every breath he takes. “Why me? What makes me so fucking special?”

He flashes that smirk I’ve grown to love. The one that makes my stomach flip and my core tingle. “You’re wild and free and full of fire. You don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. You take what you want when you want it, and I pray for anyone who tries to get in your way. You’re also hauntingly beautiful, sexy, smart…”

Fuck, he knows all the right things to say.

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “And your pussy tastes like cake and stardust.”

I shiver at the feel of his lips on my ear, his breath hot. “I love how you speak to me. Like every thought you have is an eloquent verse. Do you dream in poetry too, Professor?”

He squeezes my hips and pulls me toward him so our chests are flush against one another. “I dream about you, Miss Blackwell. Every night. And all the ways I want to touch you.”

I’m a goner. Melting in a puddle of my own lust for this man. “So touch me. Right here, right now. In this church of the Goddess of Death. Defile me in this sacred place.”

He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the wall, slamming me up against it. “It’s only sacred because you’re in it.”

He teases my lips with his, brushing them ever so softly like a whisper. I whine, consumed with the need for him to kiss me, chasing his lips as he darts back, smirking as he toys with me.

“You’re adorable when you pout, Little Raven… so impatient.” He nibbles at my bottom lip before dipping his tongue into my mouth and back out.

“Felix,” I beg.

He rakes his teeth over my lips before thrusting his tongue back inside my mouth. Fucking hell it was worth the wait.

I moan into his kiss, gasping for air. For his air to fill my lungs. He tastes like paradise. Like sin and divinity at the same time. I kiss him back with an urgency unlike any I’ve ever felt. As if his kiss will save me from every dark thing that haunts me.

His lips are soft and firm while his tongue rolls over mine, crashing into every nerve like a tidal wave.

“Help me with my pants,” he rasps in between kisses.

I fumble with his belt and practically rip the button right off before unzipping him. I reach in, pull out his cock, and stroke all the way down to the tip.

“Oh, fuck. This is new.” I look down in between us to see he has a thick barbell pierced through the tip.

“I got it for you, Little Raven.” He hikes up my skirt and rips my panties in half before sliding his finger down my pussy lips. “Fuck, I want to drown in your nectar.”

“Yes.” I grab his cock and guide him in. We both gasp as he works his long, slender cock inside, the cold barbell almost sending me over the edge as he inches all the way to the back of my core. I feel high as he fills me, leaving no space between us.

“Fuck, Felix…”

He rocks against my G-spot. “I don’t want to be your ruin, Little Raven,” he breathes in my ear. “I want to be your salvation. Your god.”

“Uhhh,” I cry out as he slams back into me on the word god, filling me so full I can feel the pressure in my belly.

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