Page 54 of Ravaged Saints

My eyes narrow, studying her face like it’s the only thing I see in this fucked-up moment. My mind’s scrambled, but one thing is clear:I need her.

“That’s how safe words work,” I say, rasping from the desire that claws at me, but I don’t give a damn about words right now. There’s nothing but need in me, and it’s all focused on her. Her body is a magnet, and I’m the fucking steel.

“Will you be rough?” Her tone is tentative, and my blood boils.

Fuck. Yes.

“I’m not the gentle type, pet,” I growl the words, barely able to control the animal in me. “You might want Dante for that.” It’s not at all what I want, but I force the words out. My body is on fucking fire, my cock throbbing as it presses against my jeans.

She’s not ready for me, or maybe I’m not ready for her— for what she needs.

I turn back to the door again, but before I can reach the handle, I feel her hand on my back. Her arm snakes around me, and she puts her hand on the door handle, keeping me from leaving.

“But I want you, Knox.” She whispers softly, but it cuts through me like a knife. She presses herself against me, and I freeze.

Fuck.

The feral animal inside me snaps, and I turn around toward her. She’s standing too close, pupils wide, lips parted, and her chest moving with every breath. She’s pleading with me without saying a word, making me almost lose it.

“Don’t you want—” Her voice weakens, and so does my last fucking straw.

I slam her against the door, my hand covering her delicate neck, holding her in place, caging her with my body.

“Oh, pet,” I growl dark with a hunger I can barely control. “I want to fuck you so badly that my fucking dick hurts.”

Before she can say another word, I crush my lips to hers, and my tongue shoves past her lips, taking everything. Tasting every inch of her I can reach. I can’t get enough; she is becoming an addiction.

Her arms come around my neck, and I pull her legs up. She wraps them around my waist, her pussy pressing against me, driving me insane. With one hand, I twist the lock on the door and carry her to the bed without breaking the kiss.

I lay her down, towering over her. I want to devour every inch of her skin. “Take off all your fucking clothes,” I growl.

She hesitates, her fingers trembling as they reach for the hem of her shirt, and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, but that only makes me want her more.

“I can fuck you with your clothes on, pet,” I rasp, my gaze burning into her. “But I’d rather see every inch of you.” I sound controlled, but I’m one match away from exploding.

Slowly, she starts to undress, and when she finally pulls her shirt over her head, it reveals her smooth skin, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the goosebumps and that fucking tattoo on her hip.

Her hands reach behind her back, and my jaw clenches, waiting for the moment her bra falls, but when it does, she crosses her arms over her breasts like I haven’t seen them and tasted them before.

“Don’t hide from me, Aspen,” I growl as I step closer. “Let me fucking see you.”

She lowers her arms, and I can’t hold back the groan that rips from me. My cock twitches in my jeans, but I force myself to keep some control, stepping away from her. I’m not going to rush this; I know I can’t go too hard or too fast on her. I don’t want to break her like that.

I pull my shirt off, and the muscles of my chest tighten as I see her eyes on me. It’s been too long since a woman looked at me like this. It’s been fucking years since I’ve seen hunger like the one in her eyes.

“So many tattoos,” she whispers, and I chuckle.

I turn, showing her the massive reaper tattoo that covers my back, the one that reminds me of what I’ve been through, and she lets out a soft gasp, making the corners of my lips curl up.

“Is that why they call you Reaper?” She asks, softly, and she moves closer, crawling on her knees, the smooth curve of her body tempting me, her breasts barely hidden by her dark hair.

“No, pet,” I groan as I glance back at her, my eyes filled with hunger. “What I did is why they call me Reaper.” I pause, my eyes roaming over her naked body.

Her fingers trail over the ink on my back, and every brush of her fingertips is like gasoline on fire. I let her take her time, but inside, I’m fucking burning. The ache in my cock is unbearable, and every inch of her touch makes it worse.

I turn to face her, my hands threading through her hair, and she gasps. I pull her head back, leaning in close enough to taste her breath. “You sure about this, Aspen?” I rasp, low and rough, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes,” she whispers steady, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck, I yearn for her.

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