Page 55 of Ravaged Saints

With a grunt, I pull her head back down to the mattress.

I search around the room, and I see the belt hanging from the armchair. I grab it, holding it up. “Put your hands above your head,” I order.

Her eyes lock onto mine, a hesitation lingering in them.

“Now, Aspen,” I snarl; the force of the control I’m trying to keep is almost killing me.

She knows better than to test me right now. So, she lifts her arms above her head, and I take the belt, circling it around the headboard and wrapping it tight around her wrists, making sure she can’t remove it. She pulls at it, testing it, and I smile.

Her breath is quickening, fear flashing in her eyes, but there’s something else, a fucking need.

“What’s your safe word, pet?” I demand, peeling off my boots and my jeans, the air between us thick with heat.

“Cherry,” she whispers and I nod.

I spread her legs, my hands pressing hard against her soft knees, bruising her skin just enough to leave a mark. My mark on her brings up something feral inside me, and I can’t fight the grin that spreads across my face.

My fingers trail along her thighs, hooking under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. I can see her shiver, her breathing hitching, her chest heaving, but it’s the way she bites her lip that gets me.

She’s so fucking wet, it drives me insane and makes me want to devour her whole. I lock eyes with her and press my thumb against her clit, her eyes roll back, legs shake, and her body is a perfect fucking melody, so responsive to my touch.

Lowering my head, I taste her. My tongue flicks over her, swirling around her clit, and she moans softly. Her head tilts back, and I lose myself in the sweet taste of her—her skin, her warmth, her fucking addictiveness.

Her hips begin to move and her wrists strain against the belt, her body begging for more.

“Ride my face like the fucking slut you are,” I growl.

Her moans become louder, more frantic. Her wetness coats my lips as I slide a finger inside her, and she clenches around it, tight as a vice. “Let’s get this pussy ready for my cock,” I roar as her walls hold on my finger, pulling me in deeper.

“Knox,” she moans breathless, and I put in a second finger, thrusting them in and out while my tongue dances on her clit.

I curl my fingers inside her, stretching her as much as I can, and her back arches off the mattress. Her body rolls on the edge of release, but I pull back before she can come.

Kneeling between her legs, I watch as she sinks into the bed with a breathy sigh, and her lips twist into a pout. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’m going to make you come but with my cock inside you so I can feel every inch of your orgasm.”

I slide off my boxers, and her eyes widen, a mix of awe and panic appearing across her face.

“Are those—” She stops, her gaze fixed on me, and I smirk, gripping my cock, giving it a slow pump, savoring the way she watches me with those fucking emerald eyes.

“Piercings?” I reach for the condom in my pocket, the sensation of her eyes on me making my blood burn. “Yes, they are.”

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she whispers, “So many.” Her fingers twitch at her sides.

“Jacob’s ladder,” I say, with a grin as I watch her body tense, that flicker of panic in her eyes.

“That won’t fit!” She thrashes against the restraints.

I stop, cocking an eyebrow, and lean closer. “Are you using your safe word already?” I let go of my cock, locking eyes with hers.

Her breath catches, the panic fading, and I see that fire in her eyes. “No!” she snaps.

“No, what, pet?” I tease, my thumb drawing slow circles on her trembling thighs.

“I’m not using my safe word,” she says, sounding upset, and I grin.

Good fucking girl.

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