Page 12 of Seal My Fate

Saint takes the bottle from me and has a swig. I can’t help drifting back to the balustrade, looking out at the view. Below us, the courtyard is emptying out at closing, the crowds thinning until just a few stragglers remain.

Saint moves behind me, his hands on my waist. “They say King Henry the Eighth used this tower for his private assignations,” he murmurs, body warm against me.

“How scandalous,” I smile.

“I’ll bet he took his women up here, to enjoy the view…” Saint sweeps my hair to one side and drops a sizzling kiss on the bare curve of my neck. “And take a few other things, besides…”

Slowly, he hitches up the skirt of my dress, and teases his fingers over the front of my panties.

I gasp, excitement flaring. “It is a very impressive view,” I manage to reply, gazing out over the city. His fingers skim again, teasing softly under the waistband before sliding down, hot against my bare skin.

He buries his fingers between my thighs, sounding a low groan as he sinks into the slick, wet heat. “You’re so wet, darling. You’redrenched.”

I answer with a soft moan, sinking my head back against his shoulder as he slowly starts to play: Circling my clit in slow, sweet strokes that have me gasping. His other hand grips the stone balcony, which I realize is the perfect height to hide his sinful touching.

“All those people,” I manage, breathless with pleasure. “They have no idea what you’re doing to me. If they look up, we seem like two people just innocently enjoying the view.”

Saint pauses. “You’re right,” he says. “We should do something about that.”

Suddenly, he slides my dress straps down my shoulders, and tugs my bodice down too. I gasp. I’m not wearing a bra, and suddenly, I’m half-naked in nothing but the diamond pendant: my breasts bared to the cool evening air – and anyone who might look up.

“Saint—” I start to protest, instinctively moving back from the balcony, but he stands firm, pinning me in place.

“That’s better,” he murmurs, voice thick with lust. Then he slips a hand back under my skirt, and resumes his wicked strokes, circling my clit with a swift, sure caress that melts my resistance and leaves me panting.

Oh God.

I look down again, feeling a new, wild thrill take me over. Anyone could look up. Anyone could see…

“Saint,” I gasp, thrusting eagerly against his hand.

He chuckles darkly in my ear. “God, I love this exhibitionist kink of yours,” Saint growls in approval. “I can feel you clenching, just imagining their eyes on you…”

I feel it too, and when he moves his other hand to palm and play with my breasts, I stifle my moans. It feels so good, too good, already I’m cresting towards my climax, but Saint can read my body like a book now, and he knows just when to pull back.

I give a little whimper of protest.

“Hush,” he scolds me, sounding amused. “Now be a good girl and lose those panties.”

I do what he says, eagerly wriggling out of them, but leaving my dress rucked around my waist. I catch a flash of his expression as I do it, and the dark, hungry expression in his eyes takes my breath away.

God, I love him like this.

Sure, his tender, attentive side makes my heart sing, and the playful, teasing part of him makes everything better, butthis?

This is the Saint who makes me weak with desire. In control. Expert. Commanding my pleasure in a way nobody else ever has. Ever could.

All mine.

He spins me around again, so I’m facing out, bent over the balcony. “Want to make a little noise for them, darling?” he chuckles, deep and sexy in my ear. Then he yanks my hips back, spreads my legs, and thrusts into me in one thick, swift stroke.

Oh my God.

I cover my mouth to keep from crying out, lost in the feel of his cock driving deep inside me, pinning me to the balustrade,fuck, so deep.It’s incredible, and I thrust back against him, eagerly meeting his strokes as we find a dirty, rapid rhythm and the heat starts to rise—

And then he stops. When I’m panting, silently chanting for more, my body taut and my whole world contracting to just the sweet, wild drive of his cock, so close to my climax I can taste it…

He stops.

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