Page 106 of Soulless Saint

To erase all the ugly thoughts that were no doubt still raging in her pretty head. She needed me to escape what happened. I needed her to escape the thought of what might happen.

And fuck if I wasn’t high-key so fucking down to be her human eraser. Let me scrub away all that pain, baby. Wipe it clean.

I barely got the apron all the way off before she was working on my belt, jerking me forward to try and rip the thing off. I watched her work furiously to get to her prize, with a little knot of concentration in her brow.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“And your belt is about three seconds from being shredded to ribbons.”

I laughed, helping her get it undone. My cock pushed free into her hand and she started jerking me, as if I wasn’t already the hardest I’d ever been. I shuddered against her, falling from my hands to my elbows on either side of her.

“Holy… Jesus…”

I thrusted into her palm, practically seeing stars already and my dick was drier than the goddamned Sahara. As if she knew what was lacking, she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking each one of her fingers with a devious look in her eyes before going back to doing God’s good work downstairs, this time, with natural fucking lube, baby.

“Fuck, careful there, Vixen, or you’re going to have a mess on your hands real quick and we haven’t even got to the fun part yet.”

She hushed me sharply again, and I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as my balls began to tighten with each stroke of her hand. The slippery minx was fucking enjoying this.

Determined not to come prematurely all over the girl I fully intended to be bedding on the regular, I slipped my dick out of her hands. Really, I should win an award for that shit.

“My turn.”

I shifted down the sofa, tugging her yoga pants down with me. She looked over my shoulder, apprehension in her eyes. She was worried someone would walk around the corner, find us in a—shall we say—compromised position.

She still hadn’t learned, as long as she was with us, no one could touch her. No one would say a word against her or I’d have their tongues and fuck… I was turning into my goddamned brother over this girl.

But I would quite literally kill for her.

I ran my hand up her thigh, my fingers brushing something that made her wince. I frowned, looking down between us to the unmistakable ring of bite marks on her inner thigh, the skin around the nearly healed scabs stained with shades of purple that was already turning yellow with age.

He'd fucking marked her.

I ran my finger over the ridge of raised skin that I was certain would scar and felt strangely…glad. He deserved to have this, too. And as long as Hardin cared for her, she would be safe from him. Safe from anyone else, too.

“Please,” my Vixen moaned, trying to inch lower on the sofa and I chastised myself for making my lady wait.

She was so wet for me already, and I clenched my teeth as I slid two fingers around her clit before sticking those same two fingers inside her. She clutched onto me at the quick thrust of my arm with a gasp in my ear. I hooked my fingers inside her warm cunt, using my thumb to rub her clit until she was thrashing beneath me, moving her hips in tandem with my movements.

“You’re going to make me—”

She bit down on her own hand to keep from shouting as she came apart beneath me, the walls of her sweet pussy contracting against my fingers with the force of her orgasm.

I kissed her nose, not giving her any time to mourn the loss of my fingers before I got my cock inside her, covering her surprised groan with my mouth.

I let myself settle there, locked in her pussy, my cock so hard I could feel my heart beating through it inside her, wondered if she could feel it, too.

Her hands went to my hips, urging me to move as I kissed her. I groaned against her lips, and she shivered as I began to move. This encounter not like the hot, angry claiming in the showers at the yoga studio. I wanted to take my time with her. Feel her.

I rolled my hips, fucking her deep and slow, making sure every thrust hit the good spots, the ones I knew would make her see stars. Her hands gripped the back of my biceps, needing something to hold onto.

She let out a cry, tipping her head back, arching into me to press her clit harder to the base of my cock as I fucked her.

“You like that cock buried deep inside you, Vixen?” I purred into her ear and she clenched her teeth.

“Yes. Oh fuck. Don’t stop. Just like that.”

I kept the exact pressure and pace going, knowing that it would drive me to my own end any second. I needed her to come. Now. Her little moans were driving me to the brink of insanity.

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