Page 35 of Moonlit Temptation

I was interested in that too.

Yesterday wasn’t the first time I ever had sex, but before Saint, the experiences weren’t anything to write home about.

Sex with Saint opened my eyes to what it could be like. What it should be like. I wanted to explore it more with him.

Last night, he was rough. Today, he was gentle and yet still in control.

Saint worked me over with his mouth until I was panting and squirming underneath him. Begging him to let me come. He only laughed around my clit, the vibration making the ache even worse.

“Saint, pleasepleaseplease.” I was wound so tight my words bled together, no time to catch my breath.

“Only good girls get to come.” He watched me with hungry eyes. “Have you been a good girl?”

Had I? No. Not when it was my brother’s best friend buried between my thighs. But that didn’t stop me from saying, “Y—yes.”

I was rewarded with a nip at my thigh that sent my hips bucking off the mattress.

“Liar.” Saint wore the grin of a deviant.

“Saaaint,” I whined, squirming beneath him for any friction.

He chuckled, gripping my hips so he could bring them closer to his mouth. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

He licked down my seam, so I said it again. And again. Getting rewarded each time I did until I arched off the bed, convulsing around his tongue.

When I opened my eyes, I found Saint working his hard-on with his hand.

“Bring it here,” I told him, feeling bold. Unable to look away, I licked my lips, wanting it between them.

I had a little sample last night, now I was ready for the meal.

He didn’t question me. Instead, he straddled me on the bed and brought his hard dick to my lips.

“You wanna taste me, dirty girl?”

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his erection.

“Open wider, Madelayne.”

I did, and he slid inside, moving in shallow thrusts as I got used to him. He gripped my hands from where they were still trapped against the headboard.

He was practically over the edge already, so it took little time before he was giving a shout of surprise and coming in my mouth.

I held my breath as I felt thick strands of his pleasure explode at the back of my throat, but I felt like a champ when I finished swallowing.

Saint quickly undid my binding and looked slightly frightened when he slid down my body.

He grabbed my face. “Are you okay? I was going to pull out.”

“I’m fine,” I told him, and he pressed a kiss to my lips.

He tasted like me and I tasted like him, and I reached my hands up to thread through his hair, wanting more.

I hadn’t known what to expect when I woke up, but this had been far better than I could’ve imagined.

Saint was still here.

“Morning.” He placed a kiss where my pulse jackhammered against my throat.

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