Page 21 of No Saint

I’m so lost in the view and my thoughts that the door suddenly opening startles me. I whip around, seeing Gabriel sauntering in carrying Lincoln. He stops dead when he sees me. I didn’t want him to see my back or my arms really, I didn’t want anyone to see it. I back up until my spine hits the wall, clutching the towel in my fist. His eyes drop down my towel covered body, darkening with each pass.

“Get out.”

His jaw muscle jumps and he cocks his head.

“There are fresh clothes in the drawers.” He says, walking further into the room.

I stay pressed to the wall.

He watches me always, even as he places a sleeping Lincoln in the centre of the bed, covering him gently with the blanket. He was sound asleep, the pacifier in his mouth gently moving as he sucks on it.

“Leave.”

“I trust you found a dress.”

“Yes.” I grit out.

He begins to walk towards me, eyes doing another dip. I squirm under that gaze, under the scrutiny of it. I didn’t care if he didn’t like what he saw but I felt vulnerable in just a towel and nothing underneath.

Water drips from my hair, down my face and shoulders.

He lifts a hand and instinctively, I flinch, which gives him pause but he continues on as if it didn’t happen, his thumb swiping a droplet of water at the side of my lips.

He sucks it into his mouth.

I swallow, forcing myself to remain still even as the view of his lips closing around his thumb made my insides knot and thighs ache.

“I will see you in the morning,” He says gently, meeting my eyes,“wife.”

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Ifist my cock in my hand, bracing a hand on the slick tile of the shower wall. The water cascades down over the back of my head as I watch my hand, wrapped tightly around my shaft, pumping the hardness as images of her fill the space behind my eyes.

The mere thought of her naked flesh under that towel was enough to turn me fucking feral. I grunt as I fuck myself with my hand, lips parted and warm water slipping onto my tongue.

Amelia. Amelia. Amelia.

Bellisima.Beautiful.

Allettante.Tempting.

Moglie.Wife.

I pump harder, faster, her name an echo on my tongue, in my head. I could imagine those plump lips parted, eyes rolling back inside her head as I drove into her, again, again, thighs wide, legs spread, cunt dripping for me as my fingers bruised her thighs and my teeth clamped around her nipple. She would moan for me, cry for me, she would beg me, over and over…

My teeth snap together as I come, my grunts loud in the shower, bouncing back to me from the tiled walls. Spent, knees shaking, I press my forehead to the tiles as my cock jerks and twitches between my legs, my release sinking down the drain.

Fuck.

That was unexpected. The sheer ferocity of the arousal and need that came from seeing her in such a vulnerable state. There was no denying the attraction to her but that… that was uncontrollable.

I rinse off and climb from the shower, wrapping a towel around my hips as I move into my bedroom. The lights of the city grace my eyes, twinkling like a sea of stars ahead of me. I could hear the crash of waves tumbling against the side of the cliff and far off, the sound of a vessel blasting its horn filters through my open window.

Tomorrow would be a busy day. There were shipments coming in overnight holding my goods and another expecting to get through to my city without paying their toll. With that, I was marrying Amelia.

That feisty little woman was going to make it hell, I was sure, though I hadn’t figured out how she would do it seeing as there would be no way for her to escape from me.

Her challenging me on the dress earlier today, it was only a taste I could imagine living with her was going to be like. But she would respect me.

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