Page 40 of The Sins of Saint (The Sins of Saint 3)

Her radiant eyes fluttered open, and I smiled while unbuttoning my shirt. “Lay back, Mila. And open those thighs for me.”

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Mila

I was hypnotizedand utterly spellbound. My body was on fire, and pleasure lingered in my veins. The cool breeze kissed my heated flesh, my skin hungry to feel his. I had just broken into pieces with his tongue between my legs, yet my heightened senses were still hyperaware of how deeply I craved more. No matter how many orgasms he gave me with his hand or mouth, it was only when he moved inside me that I was fully satisfied.

Saint settled between my legs, his body warm and smooth while his hard cock firmly pressed against my sex.

The blue of his eyes came to life under the night sky. “Promise me no matter what happens, no matter how badly I fuck it up, you will never doubt my love for you.”

“Don’t fuck it up,” I teased while running my fingers through his hair as he stared down at me.

“I’ve never pretended with you, Mila. I’m a hardened man, and my lack of compassion is my blessing and my curse.” He cupped my cheek, his gaze latched to mine in earnest. “But with you, I’m different. I feel different.” He placed a tender kiss on my lips. “I want tobedifferent. But there will always be a part of me that’s bound to the darkness. A part of me that will never be good. Can you live with that?”

I traced my fingertips down the side of his neck, admiring his flawless skin and broad shoulders. “If you had asked me that last night, I would have said no.” I looked into the ocean of his eyes. “But after today…after I had time to digest what you did, making sure my childhood tormentors would never hurt anyone else,” I wrapped my hands behind his neck, “I realized that darkness is what I crave the most. You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about driving a knife through their hearts, imagining what my hands would look like bathed in their blood. You gave me that, Saint. You gave me what I needed, and now…now I trust you to always know what I need.” I smiled and reached between us at my belly. “What we need.”

He kissed me.

He kissed me as if in search of his last breath.

It was the kind of kiss you could feel penetrate your soul. A kiss that carried everything he felt, pouring it into me, allowing me to feel what he did. It was hard and desperate, yet pure and affectionate. Our tongues danced a rhythm of their own to a love song of souls from two different worlds, now caught up in one. It was only us and the stars with the magic of night a mantle of romance in the air around us.

Saint moved, and I closed my eyes as he delved inside me. “If I had one wish, it would be for you to see yourself through my eyes right now,” he whispered. “You are beautiful, Mila. But most of all,” he touched my cheek, and I opened my eyes, “you’re mine.”

Slow and steady, he thrust in and out of me, and I felt him through every bone in my body. All the times we’d been together it was indescribable. But this…this was different. Powerful. As if, for the first time, our souls merged into one. It was more than just desire. More than pleasure. It was a new beginning…a purge of all the ugliness that clung to us from the first time we laid eyes on one another. Every bad memory was erased as our bodies lay twined together, all the pain gone with every kiss, every touch. It was a frozen moment in time where nothing else mattered but us.

I was lost. Lost in him. Forever claimed as his.

“I love you,” he breathed against my lips. “I want to be the last man you’ll ever love. The only man you’ll ever need.”

“You already are.” I flexed my hips to meet his thrust, and our moans collided. The candles flickered, painting our bodies with shadows, the exertion of ardor leaving diamonds of perspiration on our skin.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, needing him deeper, wanting all of him inside me so I’d never feel apart from him again. The way his skin felt against mine, his breath skidding across my cheek, his strong hands touching every inch of my body—it was ecstasy and madness rolled into a single act that chained us together, never to be broken again.

He reached out and grabbed both my hands, pinning them above my head. His greedy lips enclosed my nipple, and I arched my back as he sucked the tender bud, rolling his expert tongue around the flesh.

My core tightened, my thighs trembling against his waist, his thrusts going deeper, faster, our lovemaking now a race to what our bodies craved the most.

It was an eternity captured within a single moment, and we both shattered together. It was a rapture unlike any other, the pleasure spreading to the marrow of my bones while my soul twined with his.

His low groans filled my ears, the sound of his pleasure heightening my own. Every muscle in his body was taut, his hips flexed and back arched as we reached the apex of our desire as one. And the moment he collapsed on top of me, spent and out of breath, I knew that whatever cracks we had a few moments ago were obsolete. Every doubt, every uncertainty no longer existed in my mind.

I loved Marcello Saint Russo. All of him. His darkness and his light. His cruel touch and tender kiss. I loved it all. And nothing could ever change that.

Nothing.

“You okay?” He stared at me, his thumbs brushing along my cheekbones.

I nodded lightly, biting my bottom lip. Truth was, I was more than okay. I was euphoric. On cloud nine. Walking on air. I was every damn in-love cliché in the book.

Saint reached out to some white pillows which had been placed to the side, and when he pulled back, there was a red Cartier box in his hand.

“What is that?” I cocked a curious brow.

He sat up on his knees between my legs, and the way he studied me had me blushing like a girl who had never been seen naked by a man. I was a goddamn teenager again.

He cleared his throat. “You and I, we didn’t have a good start.”

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