Page 77 of Soulless Saint

Becca extended her hand to me, and I looked down at it between us. At her long fingers, each one circled various golden rings. Her nails, sharpened to points made me ache to know what they would feel like if they pierced my skin.

I stepped back, shaking my head, but she stepped forward, disobedient as she slipped her hand into mine and squeezed, pulling me closer.

Becca pivoted on her feet, pulling my hand around her waist as she pressed into my chest with her back, swaying to the music.

Her head brushed against my chin, her buttery soft hair filling my nose with the scent of her. Distinctly floral, but not sweet like most girls smelled to me. No, her scent was heady, full-bodied, and warm. Sharp jasmine and smooth smoldering sandalwood.

I inhaled deeply, my grip on her waist tightening as she pressed her peachy ass into my groin, making me growl into her hair, my teeth bared behind my lips.

Was this…

…her accepting my apology?

Becca moved with the grace of a lioness, swaying perfectly in tune with the beat. Her bare back rubbed against my chest and I brought my other hand to her opposite hip, guiding her nearer.

My fingers brushed bare skin, and she shivered in my hands.

Jesus… fuck.

The cutouts in her dress made it easy to slip my hands beneath the soft fabric, the pads of my fingers skating across her middle, touching, feeling, grabbing.

She leaned back against me, her head tipped up in ecstasy, eyes closed to reveal two mean slashes of black liner across her lids. She reached up, curling a hand around my neck.

I dipped my head closer to her cheek as I allowed my fingers to search lower, tracing a straight line down from her belly button beneath the dress she wore.

Becca’s breath caught, and I watched her suck air in between her teeth as I brought my teeth to her throat, biting down on the supple flesh at the nape of her neck. She bucked against me, arching her back, but my hands, now firmly wrapped around her middle, pressed flat against her lower abdomen, keeping her plastered to me as I tasted her.

The song ended, but I didn’t let her go, holding her there as I breathed her in, my hot breath fanning over the back of her neck as my cock twitched hungrily in my jeans.

“H-Hardin,” she choked out, her hands gripping mine through her dress, but not pulling. Not stopping me as I pressed the fingers of my right hand below the waistband of her thin silky panties, brushing the mound of her sweet cunt and the next song began, bodies shuffling all around us.

I looked up in time to see her friends gawking at us through the crowd, but I didn’t care. My upper lip twitched into a snarl, warning them to stay away as I dragged Becca back, pulling us deeper into the throng of screaming fans.

They didn’t know.

They wouldn’t see.

I pushed my face back into her hair, and her grip on my forearms through her dress tightened as I slid my first two fingers down onto her slippery clit.

I grunted into her ear, every inch of my skin on fire.

She was so damn wet for me already.

Becca let out a loud moan that was swallowed up by a hundred singing voices and the boom of the base through the loudspeakers. I held her in place with my one hand still firmly gripped on her hip while I circled her greedy little cunt with my other fingers, rubbing her until she was shaking against me, her eyes squeezed tight with pleasure.

She came like a fucking hurricane, a vicious cry tearing from her throat as those sharp claws of hers bit down into my forearms. Her thighs pressed tight, trying to push me out, but I stayed, pushing her to the edge of how much pleasure she could handle until she threw her body forward, breaking contact.

Becca stumbled, catching herself on some chick with a rushed apology before she turned, looking back at me through eyes filled with surprise. Filled with fear. As if she just realized what she’d done. What she’d allowed to happen right here on the fucking dance floor of a stadium filled with well over five thousand people.

I grinned wickedly at her, my cock thick and throbbing between my legs, pressed tight against my thigh. The slightest brush of it against my boxers was making me even harder.

Run, I mouthed to her and her brows shot up. Sweet, beautiful terror hung as a tangible force in the air between us before she turned tail and took off, shoving past everyone in her way.

I smiled wider, rolling my shoulders back, taking a long inhale through my nose, readying myself for the hunt.

She could run all she liked, but she couldn’t hide.

Three…

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