Page 26 of Moonlit Temptation

I breathed out a curse that had a sinful smile playing upon his lips.

“What’re you doing to me?” I rasped in shaky breaths.

He didn’t answer as he continued to take off my dress, now planting open-mouthed kisses along my skin as he traveled upward.

Moved dress, kissed skin. Moved dress, kissed skin.

A pattern that felt more than it was.

The kisses weren’t just decadent, weren’t only heart pounding. They were a warning. A sign.

They got harder the farther they traveled, sucking at more and more skin.

Marking me.

Saint was marking me.

And I was the innocent lamb who wanted to wear his brand for all to see.

I should’ve been nervous, maybe a little self-conscious, about how he was unveiling me for his eye. But I wasn’t.

My body responded to him in a way that ignited not only under his touch but his heated stare, his sinful lips.

I was the present for him to unwrap on my birthday.

When he reached my breasts, he was no longer in the mood for taking his time. With a fast pull, the dress was off me and soaring across the room, leaving me in nothing but my bra, panties, and combat boots.

He stopped, studying me.

Unflinching, unmoving, he stared and stared at my exposed body. Watching as my alabaster skin reddened under his sensual appraisal.

I wondered what he’d do if he saw all of me…

Before I could make a move to finish the job and find out, enjoying the hunger that gleamed in Saint’s dark eyes, he stopped me by saying, “Take them off.”

He said it like an order, and just like when we were outside the bar, I found myself wanting to follow it. I found myself wanting to listen. Wanting to please Saint.

But I wanted his punishment more.

I pasted on what I hoped was a seductive smile and leaned into his chest. He didn’t move as I stretched up on my toes, leaning into his swollen, talented lips. “Want them off?”

I slipped around him, away from the door and into the room. Looking over my shoulder, I noticed he was ramrod straight, mouth firm and fists clenched. “Come take them off.”

“Fucking tease.” He chuckled, but it was one that promised retribution would soon follow.

“I just want—” A squeal escaped as he grabbed me, pulling me against him and capturing my mouth with his.

His hands sank into my hair, weaving his fingers through the strands. Pulling with enough force to earn my attention, he watched me with a hard stare. “You just wanted what?”

You. “You.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“But I do anyway.”

“Fuck, Mady,” he rasped, chest heaving. “If only you knew. If only you had a fucking clue of what kind of man I actually am. I’d be the last guy you want then.”

I touched his face, and he sank into the touch. “I see you, Saint. I’ve always seen you, and it’s never made me want you any less.”

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