Page 27 of Secrets Unveiled

“Lucky, I did come,” I add.

“About that.” She pauses for a moment, and I looked back up to see her examining her hands, the angry thick scars that haunt her daily, still present now and forever. I put down the knife again and walk over to her, taking her hands in mine. She doesn’t look up at me. Her gorgeous face lowers to the ground, unable to look me in the eye.

“Look at me Sage.” She doesn’t.

“Look. At. Me.” I grab her chin with my thumb and tilted her face towards mine.

“Stop that right now. Don’t let your fears win. You give too much power to the demons that haunt you, and it hinders the way you live. You're beautiful, and nothing, and I mean fucking nothing, will take away from the light that you are. I wish for only a second you could see yourself the way I see you. You’re beautiful, painfully so, but you’re also so fucking smart, funny, interesting, and sometimes a pain in my ass, but these scars right here do not control you. I know you hate them, but every time I see them, I’m thankful.” Her eyebrows furrow just enough to be noticeable, but I continue.

“Why am I thankful? Because these scars mean you survived. You escaped that house and chose to live. And I thank God every fucking day he left you on this earth because I wouldn’t want to be here if you weren’t here too.” I lift her hands and kiss her knuckles one by one.

When I’m done, I cup her face with my hand in time to wipe away a single tear from beneath her eye.

“Saint.” Just one word, my name on her lips, and I can’t stop myself. My lips collide with hers, soft, pliable, and painfully delicious. I crave more. No, I need more. I lean against her, her legs opening for me as I step closer. My hands thread through her still wet hair, while her hands drift beneath my shirt. Nails scratch gently up my back, causing my muscles to tense from the sensation. Need quickly turns into desire, and before I know it, my hands grab her ass, lifting her from her stool so I can carry her into my room.

Our lips never part; our tongues are fighting for dominance neither of us want to relinquish. Her hands pull my hair just enough to spark pain, but I love it. Pain means I’m alive, and alive means I’m with her. Walking over to my bed, I set her down gently, pushing her back towards the top. She discards her robe as I remove my shirt in one swift movement. I had changed into sweatpants when she took a shower, thank God. My cock is already pushing against the fabric, and it would have been more painful if I was still in my jeans.

I kneel on the bed between her legs, finding her lips and kissing her again, unable to satiate my hunger for her.

“Saint, are we doing this? Again?” She speaks in a breathy whisper, our lips brushing against each other as she does.

“There’s nothing in the world that could stop me from getting what I want.” I grab the hem of her shorts and pull them down her legs, her panties along with them. As soon as she is free of her shorts, I place my hand on her chest and gently push her down so she’s lying flat.

“Just relax, baby. I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” I don’t give her time to respond. I grab her thighs and drape them over my shoulders, her arousal already glistening for me.

“So eager for me already, aren’t you, baby?” I can’t wait any longer. I start off with long, lazy licks, finding her clit and circling her most sensitive spot, making her moan in satisfaction. The sweet, sweet sound of her pleasure edges me on, and I dive deeper. I lick and suck up her arousal. The taste of her on my tongue has me in a frenzy. Like a kid in a candy store, I want more. I want it all. I press my thumb against her clit while my tongue continues its fierce assault, dipping in and out of her, making her buck against my face.

“Saint, ugh, fuck. Don’t stop—please.” Her voice is needy as she chases her orgasm with each lash of my tongue. I suck her clit into my mouth before letting it go and repeat this over and over. Her thighs tense around my head, and I know she’s getting close.

“You taste so fucking good.” I don’t even recognize my own voice—a man possessed with need and lust. I never want to stop. Her fingers thread through my hair, pushing my face further into her as I enter my finger, curving it inside her to find her sweet spot. Pumping in and out, her breathing becomes more and more rapid. Two fingers and then three. Her thighs begin trembling against my face.

“Fuck, Saint. Yes, right there!” I continue thrusting my fingers in and out as my tongue flicks over her clit. She holds her breath for a moment, right before she explodes beneath me. Her pussy clenching around my fingers as her arousal coats my lips. Every muscle in her body tenses as she rides out her high. Breath after choppy breath fills the room as she moans her pleasure. It is everything and more.

“That’s my good girl,” I groan out, removing my fingers when her body finally relaxes against me, but I am far from done. This is just the beginning, and by the end of the night, I am going to make sure Sage Wilder knows exactly who she belongs to.

SAGE

If you could die from orgasmic bliss, I swear I see the pearly gates before crashing back down to Saint’s bed. I have never, and I quote, never, climaxed so hard in my life. If I was hesitant to do this again from fear of the repercussions, Saint’s tongue quite literally erased any thoughts of doubt I had. I am hooked on Tyler Saint Bones, and I need another fix. Like a crackhead on the streets, my body aches for more. More of him, his tongue, and his delicious cock that is now straining so hard against his sweats I need to free it. So, I do just that.

After I crash back down from heaven, I slide myself to the edge of his bed, grabbing Saint by his waistband and freeing his erect and throbbing dick. Wrapping my hand around his base, I spit on his velvety smooth skin and start pumping my hand up and down his length as I stare up at him with post-orgasmic eyes. He tilts his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. But when I wrap my lips over him, the moan that escapes his throat has my pussy dripping all over again. Looking up at his bare chest, his abs are on full display for me as his chest rises and falls in quick successions. Raising his arm, he twists his fingers through my hair and pushes me forward against his pelvis so his dick invades the back of my throat, eliciting a gag with every thrust. Drool drips down my chin as wet, guttural sounds come from my mouth. It sounds so dirty, so filthy, but I love every disgusting slurp of my tongue. Even when he hits the back of my throat, he’s still not completely inside. He’s too big, too thick, but I take him as best as I can.

“Fuck, Sage, you’re taking me so well.” I hum around him, the vibration making him moan again.

“Fuuuck.” I continue sucking and swallowing him as best I can, needing to hear more of his satisfied moans. I’ve never been someone that needs to please others, but with Saint, all I want is his praise, his encouraging words. Like a desperate whore needing the approval of her master. Who the hell am I?

“Come here, baby. I need to feel your sweet pussy right fucking now.” Saint picks me up and pushes me back against his bed, his hands finding the hem of my tank top and pulling me free of the restrictive fabric. Removing his sweats completely, he gets on the bed and straddles my waist.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sage, and you’re all mine.” He leans over me, grabbing both my wrists and pinning them above my head. Warm, hungry lips find my neck as he kisses his way to the sensitive spot behind my ear. The gentle sensation of his lips dusting my skin gives me goosebumps. I groan as his body presses into mine, heating my already burning skin. I rub my thighs together, desperate for more friction, and feel the wetness pooling against my inner thighs.

“Saint, please, I need you now.” Yes, I’m begging, but I can’t go another minute feeling like I am going to burst with no relief in sight. I need something—him, his cock, his mouth, his fingers—fuck, I just need him.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give you.” Saint thrusts fully inside of me. The sudden invasion and feeling of being painfully full makes me gasp. The pain slowly morphs into a delicious pleasure that has my core screaming for more. I push against him, needing him to move again. Pulling all the way out, he pushes inside again, but only halfway before pulling out. He does this over and over, and I want to scream. My climax gets so close, but then slips away like a whisper in the wind. I’m chasing my orgasm, but it never comes. He’s playing with me, purposefully keeping me from reaching the top, and I groan in frustration.

“Tell me what you need, baby. Tell daddy what you want.” Oh, fuck. I could come just from his words alone. The sultry way he whispers in my ear has my eyes rolling back to my skull.

“I need you, all of you. Please—” I’m unable to finish my sentence because the force at which Saint pushes inside me has me seeing stars. Hard, fast, punishing thrusts over and over again are hitting that spot that causes me to explode all over again. Stars dance across my vision, little black dots threaten to obscure my eyesight, and my name fills my ears as Saint chases his release right behind me. I never want this feeling to subside; I never want this to end.

Our heavy breathing is the only sound I can hear besides the pounding of my heart. Saint rests his forehead against mine, our noses touching and our breaths mingling as we slowly come down from our highs.

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