Page 66 of Forever My Saint

I lean up on my elbows, needing a closer look because this is something else. His movements are unhurried as he strokes up and down sluggishly. His eyes are locked with mine, making what I’m witnessing all the more depraved.

He begins to pump faster, his defined abs quivering under the force. His delicious V pops as he tenses his muscles and his strokes become more and more wild. Images of him inside me flood my brain, and I bite my lip to smother a moan.

The action doesn’t go unnoticed by Saint.

He continues to pleasure himself as hot, sated groans slither past his parted lips. I am hot all over, and if I don’t douse these flames, I am sure to combust. So without pause, I slip my hand between my legs and begin to touch myself too.

I lift my head so I’m able to see him, and what I witness is a true vision. His body ripples and quivers, and his cock is so impossibly large, I moan at the realization of what we’re about to do. I wanted to make sure he was okay with us being intimate, and I think that he is.

“I can’t take it,” he growls hastily.

I have no idea what he’s talking about until he swoops down and replaces my fingers with his hot, needy mouth. He isn’t slow or cautious, which is exactly what I want. He spreads my legs open and buries himself in my sex, tonguing me fiercely.

I bow off the ground, clutching at the blanket beneath me because holy fuck, I am so turned on I feel as if I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. Saint squeezes my thighs, coaxing me to open wider. When I do, I scream in sheer ecstasy.

He devours my sex, licking and sampling me until I am begging for a release. His coarse beard adds to the friction, and I know it won’t be long until I’m crying out his name. With a firm squeeze, he touches my tattoo, and even though he hasn’t said it, I know he likes having his name inked on my flesh.

He once told me he wanted to mark me like a caveman, and now he has—forever.

I thread my hands through his mussed hair, tugging hard as I need something to hold. He eats me with love, with passion, with need, and I don’t stand a chance. A tremor robs me of air, but before I have a chance to chase a release, Saint pulls away.

A strangled groan escapes me.

Before I can even ask what he’s doing, he slides up my body and kisses me madly. I don’t care that I can taste myself on his lips because it adds to this primeval act. He fucks my mouth with his tongue in the same way he did my sex.

I am panting and sweaty, and every part of me tingles. But when Saint walks his fingers down my body, I know this is only the beginning. He rubs my outer sex, humming into my mouth when he glides over my ripe flesh.

He inserts a finger, and we both hiss at the connection. But it’s not enough. Reaching down, I beg he add another digit. It doesn’t take much persuasion because he gives in the moment I arch my back, welcoming him home.

He stretches me wide while I die a small death.

“A????, this is going to hurt a little. But once this part is over, I promise it’ll feel good. Okay?” he pledges against my lips.

“O-kay,” I manage to pant.

With eyes locked, he kisses me softly, attempting to distract me because he begins to stretch me wider as he turns his fingers. He sinks deeper, so deep I feel like I can’t breathe. I whimper because the pain is different from anything I’ve felt before.

“Breathe,” he whispers, breaking our kiss, only to trail his lips down my neck. He sucks over my racing pulse, biting softly.

I do as he says. But unexpectedly, it’s too much.

“Saint!” I cry out, clutching his shoulders when he curls his fingers, and suddenly, something pops—my thin veil of virginity is no more.

“Are you okay?” he asks breathlessly, hovering over me, watching me closely.

I nod quickly.

I don’t know why, but tears suddenly spring to life, contradicting my claims.

“I’ve hurt you,” he says with regret.

Placing a trembling hand to his cheek, I say, “No, you haven’t. I’m just…happy.” He arches a brow, confused. “Something which has ruled my life is now gone, and that just makes me…ordinary.”

My virginity was part of the reason I was thrown into the deep end without a life vest, but now that it’s gone, I am just like everyone else. There is nothing special about me.

But when Saint shakes his head, stroking over my eyebrows, the slope of my nose, and lastly, my lips, I realize that’s not entirely true, and for once, I don’t shy away from the fact.

“Oh, ?????, you’ll never be ordinary.”

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