Page 51 of Secrets Unveiled

When we grew up, his attentiveness towards me changed to something more emotional. From the bickering helicopter brother type, to a man who saw what he desired in life and did everything in his power to win me over. Even when he knew it would take patience and time, he never stopped. He never gave up on the idea of us, and I’m so happy he didn’t. I’ve always loved Saint. From day one, he was my second brother, but as time went on, my love for him grew into something more zealous.

Slowly but surely, he slipped past the walls I built around my heart. My carefully constructed barriers had small cracks where Saint was able to sneak in. I started to notice the smaller things I once saw as annoying and began to see his soul. When I used to get mad at him for disrupting my dating life, I now see how he was protecting me from those who never deserved my time, or love, for that matter. He saw my worth long before I saw it myself. When I thought I would never be given the love and affection that other women got, simply because of my flaws, he saw them as symbols of survival.

My scars were once my biggest insecurities, and though I hadn’t believed him at first, Saint confessing he saw my scars as beautiful changed everything.

Whenever I see your scars, I smile. I know you hate them, but I’m thankful you have scars and not a tombstone beside your father. Every time I see them, I thank God he let you stay on this earth another day. Your scars are the symbol of survival. You fought that day and kicked Satan’s ass. You’re beautiful, Sage, and no amount of scars will ever make you anything less.

It was in that moment I knew Saint loved me, every piece of me, even before he spoke the words. He loves me, and I love him, all of him: the good, the bad, and the ruthless. I am his and he is mine, always from this moment on.

Straddling his waist, I begin rocking my hips against him, needing that friction, needing his touch to soothe the ache building between my legs. We are already naked, the sound of my arousal slick against his groin. A deep moan comes from his chest as his hands grab my waist, holding me still.

“So needy already, are we?” Our lips are still brushing one another’s, his words seeping into my mouth as I smile against his.

“I always need you,” I whisper. His teeth grab my bottom lip and pull it towards him. The sting of his bite has me moaning against him. The pain mixing with pleasure is something I’ve only ever experienced with Saint, and I love the roughness of his hold, only to quickly be replaced with a smooth gentle caress.

“Come here, baby.” Saint flips me around so fast I can’t help the small squeal that comes from my throat. Lying on my back, he hovers over me with his thick, strong legs straddling my waist as his cock teases my entrance. I tried lifting my hips to meet him, but he forces me back down.

“Ah, not just yet. You need to tell me how much you want me first.” I smile up at him. His bedroom banter always makes sex so much more explosive from him building me up, teasing me, or holding off as long as possible before giving me exactly what I want most.

“Please, Saint. I need you inside me. Pretty please.” He groans as he leans his head back, his large hand slowly pumping his veiny and already slick cock. It has my hips rising towards him once again. He pumps his hands a few more times before looking back down at me.

“Because you asked so nicely.” Moving at the speed of a snail, he teases my entrance with his head and the small touch alone has my core heating from anticipation. Rubbing his head up and down my pussy, coating himself in my juices, I groan at how much I need him to ease my ache.

“Please, Saint, please.” I am begging now, my hands grabbing hold of his thighs as I dig my nails into his skin. Inch by inch, he presses inside me, my walls stretching with every inch he gives. It’s always a bit painful when he initially pushes himself inside. His length and girth are enough to hurt. But he always gives me time to adjust, and soon, the pain turns to satisfying fullness that has my eyes rolling back in my head.

Our hips finally press together as he pushes himself to the hilt. Our eyes connecting as he gives me another moment to adjust. He leans down, his lips pressing against mine in a slow, delicious kiss that has me melting beneath him. While he kisses me, his hips rise just a little and lowered back down. Again and again, he repeats his thrusts, pulling back more with each movement. Soon his hips are pumping in and out at a faster pace, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the air around us.

He grabs my wrists that are still against his thighs and lifts them over my head, pinning them to the bed with one hand. With his other hand, he finds my clit, making circular motions with his thumb against my most sensitive spot.

“Oh God, yes,” I moan, my eyes falling shut as he keeps thrusting in and out, creating a euphoric build of sensations that traveled from my pussy through my core.

“You take me so well, such a good girl.” I can’t hold off any longer. His deep sexy voice has me chasing my orgasm. I never want this feeling to end. More and more, he thrusts inside me. Faster and faster until I’m swept up in a cloud of blissful pleasure that has me screaming his name. A tsunami of ecstasy crashes over me, my whole body tensing at the sensation. I lift my hips to his again, praying it will never stop.

My body is tingling all over just as Saint thrusts a few more times before reaching his release as well. Just when I thought I was coming down from my high, his lips find my clit, and I flinch at the overwhelming sensation of being overstimulated. At first, it is too much too soon, but then he enters a finger inside me. The build of another orgasm quickly starts forming, and I relish in his need to make me come again.

It doesn’t take long, with my fingers threading through his luscious hair, I hold him at the right spot as wave after wave of pleasure soars through me once again. Perfection, magnificent, sublimity, there is never a word accurate enough to explain the way Saint brings me to orgasm. I moan through my climax, coming all over again—all over his face. It is filthy, it is dirty, it is exactly how we like it. He lifts his head, and I let my hands fall from his head as I slowly came down from another beautiful climax.

Opening my eyes, I see Saint is smiling back at me. His lips are a mess from my arousal as he licks his lips clean. Leaning down, he kisses me softly. I can taste myself on him, and it just makes everything so much more, well, us. A beautiful, chaotic mess of perfection.

“Say it again for me,” he whispers beside me. He lays his head on the pillow we’re sharing and pulls me into his chest.

“Only if you say it back to me,” I tease, kissing him again for good measure.

“Always.”

“I love you Saint.” Another kiss, his hand cupping my check before pulling back and staring into my eyes.

“Now it’s your turn. Tell me your love is like a burning flame.” I giggle to myself.

“No Sage.” My eyes shoot straight open in shock, as I wait for him to continue, or rather, hope he continues. “My love for you will never be described as a fire because eventually fire burns out. My love for you is more like the steadiness of a gentle river. It’s forever flowing and never stopping. Even when it reaches the sea, it still flows. Forever moving and never stopping—that’s my love for you, Sage. Eternity.” My eyes fill with tears, my eyelashes pushing them down my face as my bottom lip trembles.

“Saint,” Is all I can say. He captures my mouth with his and shows me just how much he is meant to be mine.

THREE YEARS LATER

SAGE

I’m running late, as always, but I can’t find my wallet anywhere.

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