Page 22 of Sin of the Saints

I feel the need to make it easier for him, to relieve him of the terrible pressure that must be tormenting him. I reach for his zipper and open it. I pull down the elastic of his underwear and set his needy cock free.Blessed Mary, this thing is huge.Its head is glistening and the veins are thick and swollen, like it’s about to explode in my hands any second.

Oh God. It’s the first time I’m seeing a real cock. Valentina’s George can go hide in a corner somewhere in shame compared to Bar’s.

“Belle, you’re torturing me…” Bar caresses my head, breaking the trance I was drawn into. I’m reminded that this monstrous thing is a part of him, and not some independent entity.

I muster up the courage to take hold of it. It jolts between my fingers like it has a life and mind of its own, and lets out a transparent drop that looks tastier than Bar’s heavenly blood.

I blink, take a deep breath, and suddenly realize that the air is my friend again as I lean down, slowly licking up the droplet. Bar grunts and I interpret that as a good sign, taking all of him into my mouth. Bar growls and starts moving his hips inside me.

“Put your fangs back in, Belle, I won’t be able to handle it,” he says, and I giggle in response.

Oh God, I’m lucky he can’t see my face in this position. I feel the blush spreading from my neck and I must be redder than the blood I’ve just drained.

Until this moment I didn’t know I could control my fangs, but after drinking Bar’s blood I feel control of my body being restored to me. The air has returned, my heart beats steadily, my fangs obey me, the heat bursting out of my skin is now morecontrolled. And yet I’m burning with the passion Bar incites in me.

Has he brought order to the chaos within me?

“Just so you know, there’s a limit to how much I can restrain my body… and I think I’ll have to acknowledge my defeat.” Bar keeps moving his hips and I giggle, completely intoxicated by the power I have over him, like the power he has over me. I affect him the same way he affects me.

I take him down. Take him into my mouth. Embrace him in me and suck on him like it’s the very life my body so yearns for. Rough and gentle all at once, an alliance of savagery and softness. The taste of him fills me up and I’m addicted to the thrill of this intimate thing we’re doing.

Is this what he felt when he tasted me in the barn? I’m overwhelmed, stunned, frenzied. Held captive by the pleas of his body to pick up the pace. I respond to him, and he answers to me.

“More…” he grunts, and I obey. “Belle…” My name is like a prayer on his lips as I grace him with my kindness. His body tenses and all his muscles strain, he floods my mouth with a fluid that drives my senses wild, and I gulp it down, drunk on the taste of him. “Fuck,” he tightens his grip on my hair and I give in to the pain stinging my scalp, but it’s nothing compared to the cramping between my legs. “I can smell you from here, your need,” he moans, and I choke and draw out the last drops of his load in my mouth.

As he goes limp in my mouth, I stand up straight and look over my shoulder. The bubble of passion around me has exploded. “Where are we?” I scan the area and notice a log cabin in the middle of a thick forest.

“Somewhere safe.” He zips his pants.

But something deep down tells me there’s nowhere in the lands of Adam that we’ll ever be safe.

Chapter Thirteen

Bartimaeus

God only knows where I found the restraint not to pounce on Belle the first moment we were alone. When her mouth was around my cock I thought I might give in to the madness and lead us both to our doom. What made the sublime sensation even greater was the fact that Belle had given in first.

She looks right at me and she takes my breath away. Her aura is glowing and I brush her silken hair away from her face. She gasps as our touch reignites the passion that continues to thrum within us.

I blink a few times until my brain is able to process everything I’m feeling in my hand.

“What the hell is this?” I feel the metal collar around her neck. There’s a bell attached to it that chimes when I touch it.

She winces in pain. “Libretto…” His cursed name incites the rage flowing through my veins.

“That son of a bitch!” I hiss, trying to get it off her neck to no avail. The fucking thing won’t come off. It doesn’t even have alatch that can be opened. I jostle it, the bell rings and she gasps. “What’s this supposed to be?” I bark.

“It hurts, Bar,” her voice cracks and she crumples in pain.

“He’ll pay for this!” I roar, and the car trembles beneath me. She moans, like my words aren’t reaching her. “I’ll get it off, Belle, trust me.” I feel the need to bolster my promise. “Where did he even get this? This is a sacred bell.” I try to remember if there were reports of a break-in at the Vatican. I don’t recall any demonic incursion being reported for decades, aside from Valentina’s unexpected infiltration.

“It weakens them, Bar, my demonic powers. I heard them say it. But it doesn’t nullify my divine powers. I’m still as invulnerable as I was, but I can use defensive powers.”

“That’s good, Belle, that might be what saved you from Libretto’s wrath while you were there. What happened these past three years? Tell me, how did you end up like this?” My gaze runs over the aura around her gorgeous body, even through the veil of fog. I’m almost melting just looking at her, shifting restlessly on the burning metal of the engine hood, and the heat pools between my legs again. This isn’t the right time, damn it, but I can’t help it. Something about her new form is making me completely lose my mind.

“Can we go inside first, please? I have to clean up. His hands were on me…” Her voice breaks and my muscles tense. He touched her? He fucking touched her?

I force myself to breathe so I can calm down before I answer. “Of course, the cabin belongs to Valentina’s father, but she promised we’d be safe here.” I lift off the engine hood and gesture to the cabin. I follow her aura, having no other choice.

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