Page 38 of The Sins of Saint (The Sins of Saint 3)

He stepped up, so close his shoes kissed mine. “Do you see?” His hands dropped to my waist, his fingers slowly winding up my skirt. “This is why I had to try to let you go. I had to try to save myself from drowning in you.”

My breath hitched when I felt the soft fabric of my dress slip over my hips, the breeze caressing my naked thighs. Our breaths collided, and I could already taste him. His desire rolled off him in waves that crashed against my own wantonness.

“If you drown,” I whispered and laced my arms around his neck, “I’ll drown with you.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I took you down with me?”

I lifted my chin so our lips barely touched. “What kind of wife would I be if I let you go down alone?”

The tension snapped, and his mouth took mine with force, causing me to crane my neck. But my desperate lips met his demanding kiss, and I tightened my hold around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues sparred, and I moaned when he cupped my ass and effortlessly lifted me, allowing me to wrap my legs around him. His body felt hard against mine. His scent, his taste, his heat—I felt it all. A complete sensory overload, yet I craved so much more. And now that I knew what kind of demons he harbored, our connection soared.

Saint carried me to the gazebo, our lips not parting for a second. I was famished for him, craving him so damn much I could feel the ache gnawing at my bones. Ever since he had his hand in my panties that morning, I kept thinking about how it would have felt if I hadn’t stopped him. How my body would have become undone under his touch.

He carefully eased me down until my feet touched the ground, his fiery lips kissing the side of my neck, claiming and tasting every inch of my skin. I let out a breath as his fingertips teased my skin all along the trimming of my dress, over the swell of my breast, causing me to shiver with anticipation.

“I’ve never made love to a woman, Mila.” His eyes found mine. “All I know is how to fuck. How to control. How to take what I want.” He placed his thumb on my bottom lip. “But I don’t want control tonight. I want to try to take it slow.” He reached around my back, his hand unhurried as he unzipped my dress. The longer he took, the more I wanted him to tear it off my body—a body that was consumed with heightened senses.

“What if I said I don’t want you to take it slow?” I exhaled, our lips hovering inches apart.

He placed a kiss at the edge of my mouth. “Then you need to prepare yourself for torture,segreto. Because I plan on savoring every second.”

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Saint

Her skin was fire.Her lips pure seduction. The emerald depths of her eyes were liquid temptation, and I wanted to lose myself in it. I wanted to drown in her. I wanted to suffocate in her essence while we consumed each other. And while I’d like nothing more than to bend her body to my will, feel her cunt squeeze my cock while I thrust my hips against her ass, right now…I needed to show her my love for her had grown stronger than my lust. Stronger than my incessant need for control.

I slipped a finger through the strap of her dress and slowly eased it off her shoulder. “You’ve developed a taste for the way I fuck, haven’t you?”

The way her eyes burned, I knew the answer to my question.

“Do you remember during our first trip to Italy, in the bathroom of my airplane?”

“Which part?”

I hooked my thumb through the other side of her dress and toyed with the thin strap between my fingers. “The part where I asked you whether you’ve fucked before.” My eyes locked on hers. “You said you’ve had sex before, and I reminded you that’s not what I asked. You—”

“—I asked if there’s a difference.” She swallowed, and her throat bobbed. “And you said with you, there is.”

I smiled. “You remember that day well.”

“How could I forget?” She glanced to the side, watching as my fingers leisurely slipped the strap down her arm, then looked back up at me. “That was the day I realized it would only be a matter of time before you turned my own body against me.”

Her words had me tasting victory on my lips. Seducing Mila, making her mine, had been my biggest triumph. Pity it took me so long to realize that.

Her dress slid off her body, falling in a pool of blue around her heels. I bit my lip with appreciation as I drank her in. Studied every curve, every inch of naked skin. Everything mine.

The black silk panties which were meant to be sexy and alluring were only a hinderance. A pebble in my path which led to where I really wanted to go.

Mila boldly reached out and placed her palm against my cock. I groaned and grabbed her hand as lust surged and burned the inside of my veins. “Do not make this hard for me, Mila.”

“Like you said, I’ve developed a taste for the way you fuck.”

The hunger in her eyes pleaded with me. Her flushed cheeks begged me. I knew what she wanted. But I also knew what she needed, and what she needed was to be worshipped while her body broke over and over again into fragments of pleasure and rapture.

“Put your hands on my shoulders.”

For a second, she hesitated before doing what I had demanded, laying her hands lightly on my shoulders.

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