Page 36 of Secrets Unveiled

“A bit more, sweetheart.” His eyes remain on mine, not once breaking contact. I thread my fingers through my shorts and pull them down my legs, leaving only a small piece of fabric to cover my most intimate parts.

“How about now?” I ask again as I squeeze and massage both my breasts. A guttural growl escapes his mouth as his eyes continue holding mine.

“You’re getting warmer.” With that, I remove my panties, my final piece of clothing, and stand completely exposed to him.

“That’s my good girl. Already so wet for me.” He’s right. I can feel the slickness of my arousal against my thighs, and I can’t prevent my face from heating at his discovery. Standing from his chair, he takes one step towards me. The heat from his body coats my skin, causing my nipples to harden instantly. A prominent bulge in his sweats shows just how ready he is for me, and I can’t help the small sigh that falls through my lips. Lifting his hands, he cups my face, his thumb parting my lips with a slow caress. My eyes closed at his touch, the feeling so light but so sensual at the same time.

“Look at me, Sage.” A soft whisper that touches my lips. His face is so close to mine I can taste his spearmint toothpaste on my tongue. “I want you to see who it is you belong to. So, tell me, Sage. Who owns you?” My breath hitches as I try to contain the swarm of butterflies beating and clawing their way around in my stomach. I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, biting it just enough to bring me back down to earth.

“I belong to you.” My words are shaky as I try to breathe normally, but my attempt is futile.

“And who am I?” Our lips brush against each other, the warmth of his skin heating mine.

“Saint. I—I belong to you, Saint.” The force with which our lips collide is that of a lion finally catching its prey. Starving and unable to control himself when what he wanted most of all was right in front of him. I lay my hands flat against his abdomen, clawing my fingernails down every delicious dip and crevice of his muscles until I reach his waistband.

I pull away from his hold just long enough to pull his sweatpants down, freeing what I’ve been wanting this whole time. His impressive length is already fully erect as I coax Saint to sit down once again. He hesitates a moment, not wanting to relinquish control of the situation, but when I grasp his cock in my hand and start pumping ever so slowly, he gives in. Once he’s seated, I kneel between his open legs, pushing my hair back from my face and grabbing his length once again. While holding his stare, I spit onto his tip and start working my hands up and down, eliciting a groan from his chest. It only edges me on. The way I am able to pull his pleasure from him is addicting, and I want to give him more. I want to please him.

Letting him go, I place my hands on his abdomen before I lick my lips and dip my head forward. I stick out my tongue, playing with his tip as I watch his mouth part and his abs flex at the sensations I invoke. Then slowly, I take him down, inch by inch, until he is touching the back of my throat. I hum around his velvety smooth skin, his cock twitching in my mouth at the vibrations.

“Fuuuck, that’s it. Choke on me.” His fingers thread through my hair, his grip tight as he pushes my head further down his length until I gag and tears begin to blur my vision. He holds me there for a moment, listening to me choke and watching my drool drip from the corners of my mouth. It’s filthy, and I love every bit of it.

He pulls out of me slowly, smiling at me with admiration.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My stomach heats with his words. Something about the way he looks at me and feeds me compliments makes my chest swell. Our relationship, up until now, had always been insult after insult. A budding game of cat and mouse, where we thrived off badgering each other. I bullied him, he bullied me—it was how we got along. I looked forward to seeing him, just to see how far I could push his buttons. It was like our relationship was a playground crush, and for years, this is how we operated.

So how did we get here? Me on my knees, fully exposed to the man I never imagined falling for. The admiration in his eyes speaks volumes to me. The once playful, annoying bully is now holding me with a lover’s touch. Gentle and all-consuming in the way that I crave more and more until he occupies every ounce of my mind. Silvery eyes, calloused hands, a sensuous smile that makes my heart skip a beat. Every ounce of this man has slowly seeped out of the friend zone and entered a zone I am yet to identify. I willingly surrender to this man. He can have me, own me, destroy me in any way he sees fit. I am completely his. Is it because he sees me for me, flaws and all? Every scar, every dent in my exterior, yet he still calls me beautiful.

I’ve never needed a man to tell me I’m beautiful, but the way he makes me feel like I’m worthy. Worthy of love, worthy of affection and care, is more than any man has ever made me feel. I’m his equal. Rather, I am his queen he sets on a throne, where no one will ever hurt me. No one will ever allow me to feel anything but deserving. He makes me feel more like my previous self, the Sage before the fire. I’ve missed her.

“Come here, baby.” Saint grabs me and lifts me effortlessly into his lap. His hands slide up my sides and pull me to his face. With his mouth on my chest, he gives feather light kisses to each breast. Kissing, licking, and nipping his way back and forth; all the while, his hands are pressed firmly to my back, keeping me against his body. The ache between my legs is throbbing and in desperate need of some type of friction to help alleviate my own pleasure.

I rock back and forth against his cock, spreading my juices up and down his length, dying for more of him. His chest vibrates with desire as he lifts his hips to meet my core.

“Desperate, are we?” His voice is low, and it only intensifies the pressure building in my core. “Tell me what you want, baby.” I continue grinding against him, finding a rhythm and tilting my head back. I can’t respond. My mind is focusing on finding a release.

“Use your words, Sage.” Fuck, the way my name rolls off his tongue is so hypnotic.

“You. I want you inside me, please.” I’ve never begged a man before, but for Saint, I’d beg all fucking night if I had to. Call me pathetic, but I see it as being passionate. The moment the word “please” leaves my lips, Saint grabs my hips and lifts me off his lap, only to set me down gently, penetrating me with each delicious inch of his cock. He lowers me slowly, allowing my walls to stretch and accommodate his length. I can’t help the hiss and moans of satisfaction I let slip the moment I’m fully seated on his lap. My hands grip his shoulders as my fingers dig into his skin. Saint is big, and I don’t mean regular big. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, both in length and thickness. It’s painful at first, but quickly transforms into a toe-curling pleasure that ignites in my stomach and builds with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, the feeling of being impossibly full takes hold, and I’m an addict for more. I work my hips up and down. The sound of my wetness and our skin slapping fills the room in a chorus of filth and vulgarity.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my cock.” His words bring a whole new sense of confidence I’ve never had during sex. I’ve experimented, yes, but Saint makes me want to show him just how much of a dirty little whore I can be. As I continue to chase my release, Saint tilts his head back in euphoric bliss, allowing me to take control, and I’ve never felt so feminine, so desired, so powerful. His hands are gripping my ass hard enough to bruise, and I hope it does. I want him to mark me, to show that he is mine and I am his.

He slaps my ass so hard the sound cracks against the air. I welcome the sting and moan as he rubs the pain.

“Oh, fuck, Saint I’m going to—” I’m so close. I can feel my orgasm on the precipice, and I want it to crash through me and consume me in the best way. Our breathing grows heavy, but when Saint reaches in front of me and starts circling my clit with his thumb, I detonate. I moan through the most intense, mind-numbing orgasm that seems to last forever, and I never want it to stop. His hands grip my hips again as his thrusts grow thunderous and relenting. His hips lift and meet mine as the sound of our skin slapping picks up and fills the room. I’m still floating high on my orgasm when Saint finds his own release; his grunt and final thrust that reaches the perfect spot, have me spiraling into another orgasm. My skin is beading with sweat as warmth ignites once again, deep in my core, flooding every available ounce of my being.

Sex with Saint is almost like a dream—a fantasy, even. Men like this only exist in the romance books I read. Women write about men like this. Men who can bring us to an orgasm and suddenly another and another until we’re riding a roller coaster of pleasure and euphoric bliss we never thought possible. Saint brings me down from the clouds of contentment, pressing our foreheads together as we catch our breath.

“What are you doing to me?” A whisper against my lips draws me in until we devour one another again; our lips are gentle, warm, and filled with so many unspoken words it’s hard to decipher. I don’t answer the question because I don’t have a good answer. It’s not what I’m doing to him, but what exactly are we doing to each other, and how the hell do we plan to allow this thing to continue? The plan is blurry, and I start to feel like there was never a plan in the first place. We let the built-up, caged, and wild animals unleash until we collided against one another. And there’s no way of ever capturing them again. We had a taste and ate the forbidden apple. There’s no going back, and quite frankly, I don’t want to.

SAINT

Last night, the library incident was only the appetizer. Sage and I ventured to her room, then went to the kitchen for a snack. Then we ventured to my room, the shower, the kitchen again until the sun started rising and we realized we’d never gone to bed. I couldn’t stop. She’s the candy your mom tells you to stop eating after two pieces, but when she turns around, you dive in for more and more until you’ve developed a sweet tooth, and nothing can stop you from getting your next taste.

I’ve crossed the line of best friend code, and honestly, it was a long time coming. Deep down in the depths of my soul, I’ve wanted this. Fuck, have I wanted this. I’ve dreamed, fantasized, and wished for the moment I could be inside Sage Wilder, and now that I have, I’m never letting her go. We’ll have to tell Saxon eventually. There’s no hiding this forever, but right now, I’m still floating on the highest of highs, and I never want to come down. Not yet. I’ll gladly live in this bubble of delusion we’ve created and stay here for as long as I can.

“We have to tell Sax.” Sage’s voice has me crashing down to Earth faster than I’d hoped for. She’s lying at my side, her arm draped over my bare chest and her leg over my thigh. Her nails continue gently trailing over my chest, giving me goosebumps from the tickling sensation. “We can’t hide this forever. The longer we do, the angrier he’ll be.” She’s right. The longer this stays in the shadows, the more of a betrayal it will feel like. I breathe in a long sigh, the scent of strawberries and vanilla invading my scene.

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