Page 34 of Moonlit Temptation

Saint who now knew what I sounded like when I came.

Everything would be different. We couldn’t go back to being just tied together through my brother. We’d seen each other naked!

As I closed my tired eyes, I was comforted in the knowledge that no matter what happened when the sun rose, it was going to be okay, thanks to one little thing.

Saint stayed.

Sleeping with Saint might’ve been the most reckless thing I’d ever done, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.

Especially when the next morning started not with an awkward shuffle out the door, but with my arms restrained with his belt above my head and his head buried between my legs, his tongue teasing my entrance with gentle, worshiping strokes.

He was a god with his tongue.

A saint with his attention.

And a wicked fallen angel with his depravity.

I was still sore, but thanks to the medicine I took, it was only a dull presence, which was quickly overtaken by the building pleasure.

A guttural moan rumbled from my sleep-scratched throat. “What’re you doing to me?”

“Who, me?” He picked his head up and gave me a saucy grin. “I’m not doing anything but eating breakfast.”

“Doesn’t sound like a very nutritious meal.”

“Hmm?” He raised a brow. “I’ll have you know I could eat only your pussy for the rest of my life and it would be a very long, fulfilled existence.”

His eyes twinkled in the early morning rays, and I found my heart stuttering at the sight. Different. Bright. But as he studied my face, the brightness dimmed. “Want me to stop? Untie you?”

When I woke up this morning, he first asked if I took the medicine he left out for me. Once confirming I had, he asked if he could try something with me.

I had never been so glad to say yes.

Shaking my head, I was rewarded with a hungry smile.

“Thank fuck.” He stretched up to claim my mouth quick and hard before peppering open-mouthed kisses down my body. “You taste so good, little dove.”

“Oh, yeah? What do I taste like?”

“Like my new favorite candy. The sweetest, most intoxicating candy.” He grinned, before taking the longest, slowest lick that drove me absolutely wild.

I struggled in my hold. Never did I think I would like being restrained. But I did.

I really, really did.

I felt him grin against me.

“You like this, Madelayne? Like being at my mercy?” He watched my face as he slipped two fingers inside.

Unf. Yes.

When I nodded, that grin grew. “Who knew you were such a dirty fucking girl?”

The heat between my legs throbbed under his words, walls clenching around his fingers. We both moaned.

“Wonder what else I could do to you?”

I didn’t think he meant to say this out loud because when I answered with a breathy everything, his expression turned shocked, then pleased—intensely interested in finding out if I was bluffing.

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