Page 133 of No Saint

She had suffered weeks of nightmares, of tears and pain, I was just happy to watch her in our bed, safe and alive.

I cut the engine out front and head inside, Colt greeting me at the front door. He nods and grins, now back to being Amelia’s full time bodyguard.

Enzo was good but he wasn’t built to look after just one person.

I grab a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses, just in case, and head up, finding my bed empty.

But not the room.

Amelia stands at the wall of windows, a sheer dressing gown hanging from one shoulder, the other side having slipped off and now resting in the crook of her elbow. It was sheer enough to show her naked body underneath.

My mouth watered at the sight, and I glance at her reflection in the glass, somewhat distorted but no less enthralling.

She shifts her shoulders, having seen me enter the room, letting the other side of the gown slip off her shoulder, revealing her bare back and then she drops her arms, the material floating to the floor.

“Mondo mia,” I breathe.

“Husband.”

My cock twitches.

I devour her nakedness with my eyes, her curves, all her scars, that perfectly plump ass and her long legs, her ankle now out the cast. She still didn’t bare weight on it much, I could see that in her positioning right now and she had recovered in that space between her legs. But I didn’t know if her nerves had been repaired. I didn’t know if she could still feel me.

I swallow, the regret still burning hot and heavy inside of me.

“It’s okay,” She says, sensing the shift. “Let me show you.”

She turns to me, baring herself. Her skin glowed in the low lighting of the room, and she smiled at me, eyes twinkling with a mischief I hadn’t seen on her before.

She makes her way to the bed, climbing onto the mattress while I remain still.

I watched her as she parted her legs, showing me that soft pink centre and then she reached between her thighs, her delicate fingers parting her folds and dipping down, circling her entrance.

“I thought about you,” She breathes.

“When?”

“When I touched myself today. I thought about that night after the casino. What you did. How I felt.”

My fingers tighten on the bottle in my hand.

She plays with herself, circling her fingers through her pussy and then stops at her clit, head rolling back as she applies a little pressure there, a sigh escaping her lips.

“I remembered what the whiskey tasted like coming from your mouth,” She whispers breathlessly before she reaches across and plucks the vibrator from the side that I hadn’t noticed there before. She switches it on and presses it to herself, groaning at the initial sensation.

“Amelia,” I growl.

“Gabriel.”

I cross the room in quick strides, discarding the bottle and the glasses to the floor and climbing in between her legs. “Let me.”

She switches off the toy and meets my eyes, her own dark with lust.

“I’ve missed you, Gabriel.”

I bury my face between her legs, tasting her intoxicating musky flavor on my tongue.

“Fuck!” She cries.

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