Page 87 of Ravaged Saints

His eyes lock on mine, and his hand comes up, cupping my cheek.

“I promise you’re both safe here,” he says. I can see his pupils dilating and his gaze darkening as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine.

“You want me to stop?” he asks, and I shake my head.

His lips crash into mine, and the kiss is demanding and strong, so I part my lips, letting his tongue in, and I moan against him. His strong arms wrap around my waist, and he lifts me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he shuts the door with his foot, making a loud thud echo in the room.

He slams me onto the mattress and immediately pulls my shirt over my head, not giving me time to even process what’s going on and leaving me in just my panties. He towers over me, his eyes so dark I get lost in them.

“Fuck, Aspen,” he growls. His breathing is fast, and his chest is rising and falling. “You drive me fucking insane.”

I glance at the bulge in his sweatpants, the sharp V-line of his hips making me bite my lip. His body is like that of a damn Greek god.

Heat rushes through me, and without thinking, I part my legs, inviting him to take me like he did weeks ago. Only this time, I want to feel his pierced cock inside me.

“Aspen…” he groans, pulling his sweatpants down. His cock springs free, and I gasp at the sight. The eight piercings along its length glint under the light, and the one at the crown is wet with precum, and I can’t stop myself from wondering—how will it feel? Will it hurt? Or will it make me come faster like the one Knox has?

Sensing my hesitation, he grips the base of it, stroking himself so slowly that I can see every vein, every piercing, every drop of precum, and my tongue darts out to wet my lips.

“I don’t just want to fuck you, doll. I want to mark you — inside and out?” His words are deep, full of longing, and I can feel myself getting wetter just by looking at him.

Fuck, I’m needy for him!

“Yes, please,” I whisper, sounding incredibly desperate for him, but I don’t care, not anymore. This is what I want, him, all of him.

He smirks, and I see the fire in his eyes as he lowers himself between my thighs, planting kisses along my sensitive skin and trailing bites until he reaches where I want him the most.

I shiver; my skin feels on fire, and the warmth of his breath makes me breathe faster. He hums, and I feel his fingers on my pussy. All of a sudden I feel him licking me so slowly it sends a jolt through my body, and my back arches off the mattress.

I can’t help but wrap my fingers in his messy hair and pull, making him grunt. He lifts his head to look at me. “You trust me, right?” He asks, and his eyes lock onto mine, and I see he is no longer the Dante I’ve come to know because right now he looks like the Devil himself, and a shiver runs down my spine.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“I’m going to show you my favorite kink, doll,” he says, pulling back from the mattress, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. He reaches into the pocket of the sweatpants that lie on the floor and pulls out a knife; my breath catches, and I snap my legs shut.

“What are you doing?” I sit up, my heart beating so fast I feel like it’s going to break out, but he looks at me with the darkest eyes I’ve seen on him as he twirls the blade between his fingers, and I feel this heat build inside me.

“Blood play, doll. Wasn’t that in your magazines?” He says with amusement.

I frown. Is he serious? It was in the magazine, but I never went into it. It’s not something I have any curiosity about… I think… But the fire in his eyes makes me want to test it, to see how far I can go, so I whisper, “Yes…”

“Do you want to try it?” His eyes travel down my body, and I can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, and despite the fear tightening in my chest, I feel the pulse of heat pooling between my thighs. Do I want to try it?

My lips part, but no words come out. I’m too lost in the fear and expectations, so I just nod, and his smirk widens. It’s predatory, and I feel like I just stepped into a whole new world.

“Open your legs, doll.”

He steps onto the mattress and leans in, giving me teasing kisses up my thighs, and before I have a chance to ask him how this will work, I feel a sharp sting on my skin, followed by a burning sensation, and I gasp, jerking instinctively, but Dante’s hand presses me down, keeping me from moving away.

“Don’t move, Aspen,” he growls, and the sound sends a shiver straight to my core, then I feel his tongue licking where I feel the sting, and my eyes roll back as I gasp.

I lean forward to see what he is doing. “Dante, did you—” My words dissolve into a gasp as his tongue slides over my clit, his lips closing around it, and he sucks so slowly that the pleasure overrides everything. My body arches off the bed as I forget what I was going to say.

Another sting. Another cut, and the burning sensation courses straight to my core, and I moan louder, my legs trembling beneath him as his tongue licks the sting before returning to my clit. The mix of sensations is weird but pleasurable at the same time.

“Dante,” I whisper as my pleasure builds to an unbearable peak. “Did you just cut me?”

“Yes, doll.” His answer is muffled against me, his warm breath making me shiver even more. He doesn’t stop, his mouth working me with an intensity that borders on worship.

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