Page 53 of Seal My Fate

I smirk. “Where do you think?” I hold out my arms and turn a slow circle. “Any guesses?”

Saint’s expression turns wolfish. “Looks like you need a strip search.”

“Yes, officer,” I coo, grinning. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

“Now who’s the one who needs a spanking?” Saint laughs, yanking me closer and feeling his way across my body.

“Getting warmer… Warmer…” I tease, until finally, he strokes over my breasts, and plucks the drive from where it’s nestled, hidden just beneath my cleavage. “Bingo.”

“I always knew, I loved your breasts,” Saint says with a smirk.

I laugh. I can’t help it. I feel giddy, riding high on the thrill of our narrow escape. “We make a pretty good team,” I tell him, beaming.

“The best,” he agrees, looking just as amped up.

There’s a beat, our eyes locking in the hallway…

… Then we’re reaching for each other, and fuck, it’s on.

I throw myself at him, and Saint grabs me, hard, our mouths clashing together in a hot, wild kiss. We stumble back, knocking into shelving and consoles, sending God knows what crashing to the ground as he tears at my dress, and I rip his shirt open, hungrily running my hands over his bare chest.

I want him, fuck, I want him with a fiery passion that could burn down a whole city, clinging to him as he grips my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist. Saint slams me back against the wall, and I moan in pleasure, feeling his cock hard pressing between my thighs as he yanks my bra down and devours my breasts, licking and sucking in a frenzy. “Yes,” I gasp eagerly, already thrusting against the hard ridge of him, loving the sweet rasp of friction even through the layers of our clothing. “Saint!”

My hands go to his belt, impatiently yanking open his zipper and freeing his cock. It’s already straining for me, and I feel a rush of heat in my core as I grip him tightly and pump.

Saint sounds a raw, animal groan. He captures my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head as he rocks against me harder, grinding me to the wall with his cock. “That’s right, darling,” he smirks, as I buck and gasp against him, wild for the feel of his swollen cockhead nudging up against my panties. “You know what’s coming, don’t you? You can’t wait for this cock to fill you all the way up.”

I moan with delight, loving the pressure against my clit but hating the damp fabric, now the only thing keeping him from thrusting deep. “Please,” I gasp, struggling against his iron grip. “Take them off!”

Saint licks up the side of my neck and nips at my earlobe. Just as unhinged as I feel. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?” he demands, panting. “Going to take every inch?”

I shudder at his filthy endearments. “Fuck.Yes.”

“Thentake it.”

He hikes my dress up, rips my panties aside, and fucks into me in one brutal thrust.

I howl.

Saint thrusts deeper, pinning me to the wall as I go wild over the delicious stretch of his cock,so thick,and oh, the incredible friction. “Yes!” I cry, my voice echoing in pleasure, clenching tight around him. “Fuck, yes!”

“Christ, you’re so wet,” Saint groans, sinking deep. He releases my wrists, letting me wrap them tight around his neck as he grabs my hips and starts to thrust, hips snapping in a frenzied rhythm that makes me see stars.

God, it’s too good. How can it feel this good, like I’m about to lose my mind?

“Don’t stop!” I gasp, arching to meet him as the tension starts to coil. Oh God, I can feel it already, the electricity sparking deep in my spine, making my toes curl. “Don’t stop!”

“Never,” Saint vows, grinding deep. He slams into me, over and over, not breaking pace for a moment, not even when I’m shaking, and mewling, and writhing on his dick; chanting his name as the tension rises. Close, I’m so close….

“Oh God,” I cry, shuddering in his arms as he grinds up into me again, applying pressure against my clit as his cock drives deep. “Right there, don’t stop!”

“That’s my filthy girl,” he growls, eyes glittering wildly, pinning me in place. “Time to feel this pussy shake.”

He lands a sharp slap on my ass, thrusting deep again, and God, I come apart, shattering with a high-pitched howl of pleasure that echoes through the night.

“Louder, baby,” Saint hauls me off the wall; waves of release still consuming me. “We’re not done yet.”

He carries me through to the living room. We send another lamp crashing to the ground, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but the hot drive of his cock inside me, and the grip of his hands, and his mouth, demanding, as he claims another kiss, our tongues battling in a wild, sensual dance. We fall back onto the couch, Saint pinning me to the cushions and driving deep inside even as I’m still shaking from my last release. “Knees up, darling,” he orders me with a growl, gripping my thighs and pressing them back against my chest. “I told you; you’re taking every inch tonight.”

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