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The pleasure is still rippling through my body when Saint rolls onto his back, pulling me to straddle his lap. “Let’s give them all a better view,” he smirks, like he knows just how much this is driving me wild. “Ride my cock for them, baby. Make those pretty tits bounce.”

He lands a slap on my ass that echoes, filthy in the dim room. My cheeks are burning up with a breathless flush, utterly exposed here above him, but I do as he says: lifting myself off his cock almost to the head, then sinking down fast. Taking him deep.

I throw my head back and moan, loving the thick pressure of him, and the way his girth rubs up against my inner walls. I do it again, finding a slow, grinding rhythm, my breasts swaying with every stroke.

“Fuck, you’re a masterpiece,” Saint groans, gazing up at me. He takes my breasts in his hands, squeezing and plucking at my nipples as I grind, making me mewl with pleasure. “Every person in this room should thank God they have the privilege of watching you fuck.”

But I’m the lucky one.

Riding him with total abandon, my eyes drifting around the room. I can see the fevered gazes, fixed on me, and it only makes me hotter. Watching a man jerk himself off in frenzied strokes, eyes locked on mine… The woman bent over an armchair, moaning as a man rails her from behind. Both of them watching me. Both of them gasping for more.

“They see you,” Saint groans, sitting up to thrust even deeper up inside of me, matching my every stroke. He grips my hair, pulling back to lick up my neck and nip my earlobe in passion. “They see how much you love it. How hungry you are for my cock. My magnificent, dirty girl.”

I shudder in bliss. It’s filthy and forbidden, and so fucking hot I can’t take it.

Saint grips my jaw and turns my head to look at him. “Now, show them something they’ll never get to feel,” he demands, his breath labored. He’s close too, I can feel it, his gorgeous body tense and straining as I sink down and swivel my hips, making him curse with need. “Show them what it’s like for a man to die from pleasure.”

“Ask nicely.”

The order falls from my lips before I can stop it, and Saint’s expression flares with surprise—and a new dark excitement. Power hums in my bloodstream, and I slowly circle my hips again.

“If you want to come… Ask nicely,” I tease, panting there above him.

Saint sounds a desperate groan. “Baby…Please.”

I’m on fire. The way he’s looking at me, it’s like I’m the sole flame in a dark tundra; the only star in a clouded sky.

The way they’re all looking at me.

Waiting. For my permission. My gift of release.

“Louder,” I command him, rising up then pausing there, barely holding his swollen cockhead.

I clench, and he curses with need.

“Fuck me, baby,” Saint begs, a roar of pure need. “Use my cock. Take it, take everything. I’m yours!”

I slam down hard, taking every inch and grinding deep, over and over.

Saint explodes with a howl, coming apart, and fuck, watching him lose control is all I need to hurtle over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, all consuming. I throw my head back and scream as the pleasure takes me over, swelling through my body in waves of pure pleasure that leave me gasping in his arms.

We lock eyes, lost to the sensation, adrift together in the storm.

And even though I’m surrounded by dozens of people, he’s the only one I see.

The only one I’ll ever need.

Mine.

Chapter18

Tessa

The day of the big wedding dawns bright and blue skied, as if even the dull London weather is no match for Annabelle’s plans.

“Are you sure I don’t look like an ostrich?” I ask Saint, as we’re driven to the church; half the backseat filled by my enormous, feathered skirt. Annabelle had the dress messengered over to me this week, a vast fringed affair in shades of blush pink and gold, and even though I’m not an official bridesmaid, I feel like I have to play along.

“No…” Saint replies, but I can tell from the twitch of his full mouth that he’s trying not to laugh.

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