Page 57 of Fallen Saint

We are breathless, both vibrating with the pulsating energy thrumming between us. In the minutes it takes us to come down, we never stop kissing. Our kisses grow sluggish, but they’re a reflection of our utter bliss.

Saint suckles my bottom lip before breaking the kiss. “Let me get something to clean you up.” I don’t protest but can’t help but feel a loss when he slowly pulls out of me.

I can’t move. My body is Jell-O. I am comfortably numb.

Saint returns a moment later and gently turns me onto my stomach, then cleans me up. I can’t help but draw the parallels as the warm water washes away everything we just did. My captor is now my savior.

Once upon a time, he inflicted wounds, and now, he’s tending to them gently. When he rubs the washcloth over my behind, I flinch because I am sore. Saint leans down and places a soft kiss over my ass cheek. “You can stay here if you want. I’ll wake you up early so you can go back to your room before Alek comes back.”

I nod sleepily because I wasn’t planning to leave anyway.Where did Alek go?I wonder.

Once I’m clean, he pulls back the blankets so we can nestle under them. I settle against the pillow, sighing happily as Saint snuggles in behind me. I’m on the cusp of sleep when I feel the mattress dip.

“Where are you going?” I can’t keep the panic from my voice.

“I was going to take a shower. I probably stink.”

Gripping his arm, I drag him closer to me so he’s spooning me tightly. “You smell like you, and I like it,” I groggily confess. “Besides, you can’t smell any worse than you did on the island.”

His hoarse laugh stokes a small fire within.

“That’s true. I would give anything to go back there,” he confesses, running his fingers up and down my arm.

“Me too. We’ll be okay, Saint.” We both need the assurance because all of this can’t be for nothing.

“Sleep,a????.” He strokes the cross at my throat.

I’m too tired to fight him, so I do as he says.

I fall asleep in his arms, and for the first time ever, my nightmares are silenced, thanks to the man who continues to save me time and time again.

Each day I spend with her, I know that to save her…I will have to let her go. But how can I do that? She is as much a part of me as I am myself.

Day 53

“REMEMBER WHATI taught you?”

I can’t keep the grin from my lips because Saint Hennessy has taught me a lot of things. My cheeks flush a bright red, giving away my perverse thoughts.

He steps forward, facing his broad back to the camera. “Don’t make me take you over my knee.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I challenge, folding my arms smugly.

He growls low in his throat, which doesn’t help the predicament in my pants.

How times have changed.

Since the night Saint explored my body in ways I never imagined, things between us have shifted. Our touches and kisses, although covert, have been far more open. Whenever no one was watching, Saint was dragging me into a dark corner or pressing me up against a wall.

Each night, I crept to his bedroom where he devoured my body and also my soul.

I am lost to him, and each second I spend with him, I fall deeper and deeper under this spell. Alek has been in and out, but overall, he’s been making himself scarce. Saint claims there is nothing to worry about, but I can’t help but feel this is the calm before the storm.

Saint and I are back in the gym training because I still want to learn how to defend myself, especially after what happened with Zoey. I’ve asked Saint how she is, but he said she doesn’t want to see him. I didn’t ask anything else because it’s clear her anger toward him upsets him. All he wanted to do was help her, but now, things are just so messed up.

“A????,” he cautions with no bite.

“Fine.” I mock sigh. “I remember.”

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