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Our breaths mingle hotly between us before I slam my mouth down on hers, and this time, she returns the kiss with just as much need and desperation. I slide my free hand to her nape and grab a fistful of her luscious hair, tugging and tipping her head back as I devour her lips. I squeeze her ass with the other as I lose myself in her intoxicating scent, drowning in the sweet flavors on her tongue.

She’s a drug.

How else could I explain this obsessive feeling? The mad need I have only ever witnessed on a junkie in the street waiting for his next hit.

Fuck, she’s made me an addict, and I am high on her. I can’t get enough.

I don’t think I ever will get enough of her.

“Take me out,” I command against her lips, and her hands quickly drop to my pants. She fumbles as she tries to tug down the zipper before finally pulling it down. Her fingers are a little shaky as she slides them into my jeans and grabs my cock in her small hands. I’m hard as a rock. I’ve been hard from the second I walked into the house and spotted her standing there in nothing but my t-shirt.

“It’s so big,” she whispers, breaking the kiss to look down, and there is a look of amazement in her eyes. I groan loudly when she strokes my cock, brushing her finger over my leaking head.

“Fuck, baby, I won’t last long if you keep that up,” I say thickly, sliding my hand back between her legs and rubbing circles around her clit, feeling her pussy grow slicker with arousal. She whimpers, pushing up against my finger, and I give in, sliding the thick digit into her.

“Oh!” she hisses when I start pumping my finger in and out of her drenched hole. “Faster, Saint… Oh God!” Her hand tightens around my cock as she eagerly rides my finger, her moans drowning out the wet, sloppy sounds of her sex until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” I growl, pulling away my hand. She whines at the loss, but her eyes flare with need when I push her up against the wall and bring her thighs up around my waist before slamming my cock into her tight heat. She cries out, the sound echoing through the room. Jade wraps her arms around my shoulders, burying her face into my neck as I start jack hammering into her.

I should take it slow. It hasn’t been that long since we shared her first time, and I imagine she’s still sore. I know better than to take her hard and rough against the wall this soon, but then she starts clawing my shoulders and bouncing on my cock like a little succubus. She cries and whines into my ear, urging me on.

“Saint, oh God… Oh!”

My fingers dig into her ass, as I slam into her, pounding into her like a man possessed. “You’re a fucking drug, baby!” I growl, impaling her to the wall and slamming my hips faster and harder against hers, seeking to push her over the edge fast. There is no way I am going to last, not when she feels the way she does. She clings to me like I’m a lifeline, and I vow to do everything it takes to keep her by my side for the rest of our lives.

“Close,” Jade whimpers into my ear, digging her fingers into my shoulder as her thighs begin trembling around my waist. I bury my fingers into her ass, no doubt bruising her as I fuck her faster, my moves almost feral. A familiar tingle at the base of my spine signals a storm coming. “Saint!”

Jade tenses against me seconds before a shudder rolls through her body with a scream that nearly shatters the windows. Her pussy clenches hard around my cock, gripping me tight and setting off my own climax. I bury my face in her hair as a million stars explode behind my eyelids and an orgasm roars through me. I pump my cock faster into her, filling her with my hot spend. “Mine!” I roar, clutching her ass tightly as I grind against her.

Mine. Mine. Mine!

The word rolls around my in mind, filling every corner of it and making itself a permanent fixture. Jade goes slack against me, and I hold her in that position for a while, our harsh breathing the only sounds in the house. It takes several moments before either of us breaks the silence.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet,” she whispers into my shoulder.

“It’s past noon.”

“Then lunch it is,” she says, burying her face into my neck and inhaling deeply. She sighs before nuzzling my skin, and fuck if that doesn’t have my cock noticing. “Hm, you smell so good.”

“You have got to stop that if you want to make it to the kitchen.”

“Right,” she chuckles, wiggling out of my arms, and I slowly lower her back to her feet. I find myself hypnotized by those beautiful green eyes when they lock with mine. I should thank Derrick Hardin for this. If it wasn’t for him, I never would have visited the club or found Jade, and now I can’t imagine my life without her in it.

There will be no life without her.

Chapter Ten

Jade

I wait for the other shoe to drop.

I’ve neglected enough of my life to playhouse with Saint. It’s been four days since he rescued me, and the man has barely let me out of his sight. On the rare occasions he has to be away, he always has someone watching me. But it’s times like those when he’s away that I am reminded of the fact that I do have a life outside of this house, and yet, I’ve been neglecting it to stay here.

It's for my safety, Saint was clear about that.

At least this time, he didn’t leave me with Knox.

The dim light from the television flickers, and I turn to look at the prospect seated on the edge of the couch. He’s young, with boyish features that remind me of some of the freshman at my college. His hair is tousled, dark and slightly messy, framing his face in a way that makes him look innocent. The kid, Kyle, doesn’t look a day over eighteen, and I question what the hell he’s doing with the Steel Rebels. Even though I am glad that it’s him I get for company instead Knox and his ridiculous nickname, I can’t help but feel sorry for the guy. He has to babysit me because Saint told him to, despite my insistence that I would be fine alone.

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