Page 9 of Broken Saint

"Oh God." I barely got the words out before he breached that opening with one of his fingers.

"Let me in." That gruff demand made me tense momentarily.

I'd never...

Fuck. His slick finger rubbed back and forth against me and I learned just how nerve-rich that area could be. By the time he breached me with the tip of his finger, I was going insane with need. I raised on my tiptoes, pushed back, and moaned with a mixture of pleasure and sweet burning agony.

I tried to rear up, but he used his free hand to keep me pinned down against the railing.

"No, babe. Don't move," he growled.

That dark edge to his voice I really liked. It was the first sign I got that he was about to lose control. And I really liked it when he lost control. I always reaped the benefits.

Like now, with his finger slowly sliding in and out of my ass. What little clarity I thought I possessed slid right out of my head as he worked me to the brink of orgasm again.

"Wait. Stop," I cried. The overwhelming sensations were crawling up and across my sizzling skin. I wasn't going to be able to hold them off much longer. I was going to explode, and it was going to be a big one.

His hand stilled, and he leaned over me, his face close to mine. "What's wrong?" The real concern in his voice caused another jolt in my stomach and didn't ease the tension coiling deep in my core.

"You're going to make me come, and you're not with me," I whined.

I glanced at his face in time to see his eyes darken as they drifted over me. He was shaking his head, but I couldn't see past the sheen of his lips and where I hoped he was going to put said lips next.

"That's the point," he crooned, his voice deep and gravelly. "I make you come so many times that you never think twice about obeying me again. It's science and basic primal need."

I shook my head, barely breathing because he'd moved his finger inside me again and all the coiled tension returned in the space of a heartbeat.

Only this time, he stayed close and the scratch of his clothing against my flushed skin added another layer of sensation I could barely process. And if that wasn't enough to make me explode, he used his free hand to reach beneath me and pluck at my nipples through the flimsy lace bra I still wore.

My breath hitched, as every detail flew through my mind and converged in a way I couldn't resist. The balcony, the outdoor space where someone watching us wasn't out of the question, his fingers...

Oh God.

"Please, Sir." How I still had the presence to be so formal eluded me, except I still didn't know his name, adding yet another layer of mystery, frustration and sensation to my already overloaded system.

One more flick of his finger, and the explosion detonated, sweeping up and over me in a way I could barely comprehend. Light and color flooded my mind. Pinpricks of sharp sensation erupted across my skin. I tried to hold on, I really did, but it was too much.

My hand slipped from the railing as my knees began to give out. The complete, overwhelming sense of pleasure made it impossible to understand what happened next. Because one minute, my body pulsed in every direction, and the next, I was in his arms being carried back into my suite.

Details and sensible thoughts gave completely away to the pulsing throbs between my legs, in my head, in my chest... My vision narrowed until I only saw him. His brilliant blue eyes, staring into mine as he spoke something I couldn't comprehend.

As the initial explosion faded, the immediate aftershocks shook everything inside me. I had nothing. No control. No clear thoughts. Only blackness and small points of light around the edges of my vision.

Except his beautiful, rough, perfectly hard face. And that look in his eyes that gave me that one thing I always sought more than anything else.

Safety.

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