Page 88 of No Saint

And just like that the barrier keeping me from her was gone.

She shakes her head, “I asked one of your men to watch his door, I hope that’s okay.”

“Amelia,” I growl.

“Yes, Gabriel?”

“We’re alone?”

“Mm-hm,” she sloshes the water with her hand.

“Get out the bath.”

Her mouth curls up at the side, “I don’t think I will.”

“Amelia.”

“Turn off the lights.”

“Why?”

She turns her head to me, her eyes dark and a smile still playing on her pretty mouth, “You want me out the bath, turn out the lights. All of them.”

“You’re self-conscious?”

“Please.”

“I want to see you, Amelia, all of you.”

She doesn’t move from the water, and I wouldn’t force her. I keep my eyes on her as I lean across to the switch and flick it off, plunging the bathroom into darkness.

“The bedroom too.”

I step back and lean out, flicking off the light.

Only once it was pitch black did I finally hear Amelia stand. Naked, she was gloriously fucking naked and wet and right there. Even though I couldn’t see her I felt her moving towards me, the air charging with electricity and tension. My fingers bite into my palms.

She stops in front of me, leaving an inch between us. “Kiss me, Gabriel.”

I snap, lunging for her, my mouth crashing into hers and demanding it open with my tongue. She obliges immediately, kissing me back, her hands going to my shirt and tugging, bringing me closer. My cock swells, pressing hard against my pants and I grind forward, letting her feel just how fucking gone I am for her.

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl into her mouth, “Mine.”

She whimpers when I force us both out the bathroom, back to the room. My hands touch and feel every part of her, tracing her skin, her curves, the dips and edges. She drops down onto the mattress as I climb between her legs, kissing her once as I move down her body, licking down her chest, her breasts, rolling her nipple between my teeth.

“Oh god, please,” She begs.

“Do not rush me,leonessa,” I rasp against the swell of her stomach, dipping down between her legs where I then lick up the seam of her, her taste alighting on my tongue.

She cries out as I bury my face between her thighs, licking, nipping, tasting all of her. I slip a finger inside, then another, fucking her with my hand, stretching her and readying her for my cock.

“You think you can take another?” I say, blowing my breath across her sensitive flesh, “You’re so fucking tight, Amelia. You’re soaking my hand.”

“Jesus Christ,” she moans, arching her spine.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” I kiss her clit, slowly edging in a third finger, feeling her muscles contract. “You feel how well you’re taking me?”

“Gabriel,” she groans, “fuck.”

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