Page 24 of Moonlit Temptation

Saint’s dick digging into my backside was very much real.

Holy…

“I thought you wanted to go,” I managed to say when he didn’t move away.

“I do. I should,” he swallowed, thickly. And the shuddered expression over his features waned. Desire stared back at me.

With nothing left but searing friction between my thighs, a hope, and a horny prayer, I rocked back into him, rolling my hips in a slow, sensual motion. “So go.”

His dick twitched against my ass, and my pussy clenched as he crowded in closer, my tight nipples kissing the cool metal of the door. The only part of me finding some relief.

I felt the war battling against my back. The inner turmoil rolled off Saint in waves. He wanted this. For whatever magical reason, he wanted this. He wanted me.

But he was holding himself back.

“Leave, Saint,” I forced myself to say. I wasn’t going to beg him to stay. “Leave so I can find someone else?—”

He spun me around so fast the room blurred. “Is that what you want, Madelayne? To find someone else?”

His deep green gaze seared me to the spot.

Slowly, I shook my head.

“Now this time with your words.”

“No, that’s not what I want.”

His gaze coasted over my body at a slow, unhurried pace. He brought his face close to mine. The warm smell of amber and cinnamon engulfed my senses, his nose almost brushing mine.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers trailed up my thigh, digging into my skin. “What you’ve been dangling in front of me all night?”

His teeth sunk into the shell of my ear and I arched against him, giving a shaky, “Y-yes.”

The bite was almost punishing. I just wasn’t sure if it was directed at him or at me.

It didn’t stop the wanton need from throbbing between my legs, though.

“Is that right?” He punctuated his question by moving his hands higher up my thighs, slipping beneath the hem of my dress while skating his fingers over the outline of my panties. “Was that your plan all along? Why you invited me out tonight?”

“No.”

“Liar,” he hissed, as he dragged his nose down my throat, his teeth grazing over the sensitive flesh where my shoulder met my neck.

Wetness slicked my thong.

Saint was touching me. He was more than touching me. He was memorizing me. It felt like my heart would beat out of my chest with how fast it was racing.

“All I would have to do is move my fingers a little bit over to feel how wet you are for me.” He teased a path. A ghost-like touch teasing me in places that demanded friction.

“Why don’t you find out?” I practically begged, squirming my hips.

Still under my dress, Saint’s hands sunk into my waist with a tormented grip, halting any movement.

His breath was labored, and his eyes no longer gleamed with a wicked delight but darkened with a hungry ferocity that stole my breath. His darkened gaze looked from me to the door, a muscle in his cheek throbbing, and something pierced my heart.

“Saint, if you walk out that door right now, it’ll break my heart. You’re the only person who’s never broken it.”

His eyes snapped back to me immediately. Radiating a danger that seduced the darkest parts of my psyche. His gaze flicked from me, to my lips.

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