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Jade
His lips are warm when he brushes them over mine. It’s my first kiss too, and I expect him to take it slow like in the movies, but the second our lips touch, things shift from zero to a hundred in a blink of an eye. A growl rumbles from the back of his throat as he flattens me to the closet door, sweeping his mouth over mine with a rough groan.
Saint’s tongue enters my mouth with such arrogance, exploring every inch like a man starved for it. He cradles my face between his hands and angles my head to give him better access, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me like I give out air that he needs for sustenance.
I let myself get swept away in his kiss—on a man hellbent on destroying me for any other with his scorching kiss. He seems set on wiping away any memory that does not revolve around him, and I revel in that, in a feeling I have always craved but was never bold enough to look for.
I can have that now.
Have him. Or rather, let him have me.
I let him claim my first kiss over and over again, teaching me with practice, and I’m impatient for his lesson. I push up against him, whimpering when my aching tits brush against his chest, the soft material of his shirt teasing my beaded nipples, and that sets me off. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pushing up against him and chasing that delicious feeling.
The need to feel his naked skin against mine grows, and my fingers drop to his shirt, working impatiently on the buttons. They are so tiny, and why the hell are there so many of them anyway? Who made this shirt?
“Saint!” I whimper in frustration, clawing his chest in desperation. His lips stay on mine as he reaches between us and yanks at the shirt, sending buttons flying around the room as it splits open. I sigh in pleasure when my fingers connect with his firm, taut skin, feeling the warmth that radiates from his body. Christ, he’s like a furnace, his heat warming my own skin. I trace my hand over his muscular shoulders, down to his chest, and to firm abs that move under my fingertips.
“Fuck, baby, if you keep touching me like that, we’ll be done before we can even start!” he rasps against my lips, wrapping an arm around my waist and yanking me hard against him. “You are every man’s dream, precious. I wanted to do this from the second I saw you.” Moisture pools in that secret spot, the ache growing unbearable when he slides his hand down and kneads my butt. “I wanted to kiss every inch of you and then fuck you in that room with all those bastards watching.” He trails his lips over my jaw and down to my throat. “I wanted—want to make you mine.”
I realize that I want that as well. Perhaps more than anything I have ever wanted in my life before. If I am his, then no one else can get to me, right?
“Do it,” I breathe, tipping my head back as he runs his tongue over my throat, his hands fondling my butt. “Make me yours.”
At my words, Saint easily lifts me into his arms, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. His mouth slams back on mine, and we’re back to kissing as he carries me to bed. “I’ll mark you as mine and possess every inch of this body,” he rasps as he lays me down on the bed, but he doesn’t follow me. Saint backs up and shrugs off his shirt, exposing more of that firm body. My eyes fall to the massive bulge in his pants where he pops open the button and tugs down the zipper but doesn’t strip off completely as he climbs into bed with me.
There is a dark, predatory look in his eyes as he crawls toward me. I back up, and he follows me until there’s nowhere left to go. “Saint, I…” I clear my voice when it comes out a little pitched. “He wasn’t lying.”
“Who wasn’t lying?” he asks, coasting his hand slowly up my legs, pushing them apart and leaving me exposed and vulnerable. I flush at how much of myself I am revealing, exposing bits of myself no other man has ever seen or touched. I bite hard on my lip when slides his hand between my thighs, jerking hard when I feel his middle finger graze my sex. “Focus, sweetheart…”
Focus?
On what, his touch?
“W-what?” I whisper dazedly.
“I want you to finish what it is you were telling me. Who wasn’t lying about what?”
Oh. “Buck.” I whimper when he starts rubbing his thumb over my folds, slowly parting my feminine lips with his thick digit. I try to grasp onto my thoughts, but he’s making it hard for me to. I can’t think beyond this man and his touch…
“Who the fuck is Buck?” he demands, his voice laced with possessiveness.
“The… Oh God!” I cry out when his thumb slips past my folds and grazes the sensitive nub. I fall back against the pillows as a delicious heat spreads through my body. How am I expected to concentrate when he’s doing these things he’s doing to me? Heck, I don’t even have it in me to be mortified over my nudity anymore.
“Jade!”
“Huh?”
“Stay with me, precious. Who is Buck?”
Buck? Who? Oh! “The guy…um, the auctioneer.”
The hand between my legs stills at my words. “What about Buck?” There is a dangerous note in his voice that clears a bit of the fog in my head as I try to piece together my thoughts.
“Oh, I…I meant to say that he wasn’t lying when he announced that I was a…that I am a…”
Saint raises a blow as he stares at me, and his expression softens a bit. “A virgin?”
I nod, my cheeks flaring with heat. “Yeah, but I don’t want you to stop,” I hurry to say, embarrassment burning my cheeks. It’s a wonder I haven’t actually caught fire. “I don’t know what I am doing.”
“And what a fucking turn-on that is,” he says thickly, leaning down and kissing my thigh. His warm breath brushes my skin, and my lips part with a gasp at the soft caress. “To know that I am the first man to touch you in any way makes my dick throb. You have no fucking idea, baby.” His lips move up until he’s close to my core. With his eyes locked on mine, he leans down and drags the tip of his nose over my flesh. “Only I get to kiss this pussy, to pleasure it.”
His words are followed by a long lick that has my back arching off the bed. I clench my fingers in the sheets as I try to make sense of what is happening to my body. I lose my mind, white noise replacing all thought as my senses tune to the man, but it seems that he’s done talking.
Saint wraps an arm around my knee and buries his face in my folds, lapping at my arousal like a man on a mission. It’s crude and dirty and intense. The way he drags his tongue over the valley of my sex, groaning with satisfaction at every taste, and God…
God!
I had no idea anything could feel this way. That my body was capable of experiencing sensations as strong as these, but I discover that we can go further as he drags his wet tongue over my clit, lapping at the bud until I’m whining, bucking, and sobbing for some kind of release.
“Oh God, Saint!” I sob, tearing at the sheets, my breathing growing labored as he eats me like a buffet, like a man starved for years with how greedy he goes about it.
And I slowly lose my mind.
“You taste so fucking delicious, Jade,” he growls, sliding his free hand up and pinching my nipple. I jolt off the bed at the pleasure that shoots through my body, causing my pussy to flood with moisture, but he forces me back down. Saint pins me to bed with his arm over my hips as every lick, caress, and touch sends me closer and closer to an edge I have never crossed before. An edge that threatens to shake me to the core.
“S-Saint!” I pant, the pressure in my abdomen growing stronger, but it all explodes when his mouth closes hotly around my clit. My back arches, and I dig my heels into the mattress as waves of pleasure roll through my body, each stronger than the last. “Oh God,” I sob as my body trembles, hips rearing off the bed as his lips stay latched on my clit, drawing on the bud through my orgasm. I feel it from my scalp to the tips of my toes as they curl with the pleasure.
It lasts an eternity, and I am still shaking when he pulls away, eyes burning with desire as he crawls up my body. He licks at his glistening lips, those dark eyes locked on mine as he settles between my parted legs. “You are a fucking dream, Jade. I could get drunk on your taste alone,” he says hoarsely, tugging down his pants. “I could spend what’s left of my life buried between your thighs, worshipping your pussy, and die a happy man.”
His words send butterflies dancing in my tummy, and as I stare into those blue eyes, I find myself falling under their spell. So much so that I completely miss him stripping off his pants, and when my attention is brought back, I try not to look down at his cock.
But as if drawn by a magnetic force, my eyes drop between us, and there’s no holding back the gasp that slips out.
He’s huge. Big enough to cause a boatload of doubt slipping in. I stare at his shaft, and for the first time, I question if I may have perhaps bitten off more than I can chew. There is no way I can take that! Not without years of practice. Not ever, I don’t think.
He grabs my legs when they start to close, grasping my chin with the other hand and forcing my gaze to his. The doubt in my eyes disappears when they connect with those intense blues. I am reminded of the first time my eyes locked with his back at the Den. Something about him drew me in, and I couldn’t look away, and in this moment, seconds away from losing my virginity to this man, I realize that it was trust.
This man whose real name I don’t even know. I know nothing beyond the fact that he can fight, owns a gun, and rides a bike. Well, that and his sinful tongue, but anything beyond that is still a mystery to me, but as it happened back at the club, my eyes stay on him in here as well.
I trust him.
“This cock was made for you,” he rasps, settling between my thighs, and I gasp at the hard press of his cock. “Don’t be scared, baby. I’ll take it slow and make you feel good.” He drops the hand on my chin to plant it above my head before leaning down to kiss me, and I submit to his touch. I wrap my arms around him, kissing him back with as much desperation. I love the closeness to the man, I realize. From his scent to every solid inch that presses against my soft. “I’ll make you feel so good, you’ll grow addicted to it. You’ll be begging me to take your wet little pussy every second we can spare.”
I believe him. I am desperate enough now, practically dripping and staining his sheets with my arousal, and all he’s done is touch me! “Want you,” I whimper, clawing his shoulders and dropping any worries I’ve had before this moment. His nostrils flare at my words but I notice something else cross his expression. Something I never imagined I would see in the giant’s face. Affection .
And it floors me.
He cares. For some reason I still can’t make sense of, this man cares. When his mouth captures mine once more in another kiss, I feel the difference. There is heat and desperation, but there is also warmth. My hands tighten around his shoulders when he pushes his thickness into me, groaning against my lips at the resistance that greets him. “So fucking tight!” he grinds harshly against my lips, pushing deeper and swallowing my whimpers at the intrusion. “And so perfect. Tight and wet around my cock. I’m going to claim you, mark you as mine!”
“Yes,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back as he pushes forward until he’s met by the thin veil protecting my innocence. God, he’s so big. All of him, and I know it’s going to hurt. I’ve heard it’s supposed to hurt, so I brace for it.
“Relax for me, precious,” he rasps against my lips. “It’ll only hurt a little and then I’ll make it all better.” His mouth brushes softly over mine until it’s all I can focus on. The grip on his shoulders loosens, and I bring one hand to his bristled jaw, reveling in the strength of this man.
And then he punches forward, breaking the thin barrier and filling me with his thickness. He catches me off guard, so the pain doesn’t immediately register, and when it does, it feels different from what I was expecting.
It feels like it’s more than just our bodies that are joined. A feeling so intimate, so raw it’s terrifying. A stranger is what this man is supposed to be, but in the moment, he feels like my entire world.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he grinds out, digging his fingers into my thighs. His breathing is ragged as he slowly pushes forward and then pulls back, stretching me with his thick shaft. There is pain, but it quickly dulls as pleasure takes root. “Tell me if it hurts too much, and I’ll stop—”
“No!” I cut in, bringing my legs up to his waist, which has him sinking deeper into me. We both groan at the move, but something about seeing his pleasured expression makes me crave for more. “Don’t stop. It feels good,” I whisper, sliding my hand down his nape before pulling his mouth back on mine. “Take me. Make me yours!”
My words seem to snap the last thread of his control as he grips my thigh and slams forward so hard, the bed slams against the wall from the force of his thrust. Saint buries his face in my neck as he starts pounding into me, and it’s raw and dirty. The wet sounds of our lovemaking fill the room, and I lose myself in him.
I forget.
Everything that’s happened before this moment becomes a distant memory. Did I really go about life without this man in it? It’s impossible to imagine that. To think of a time when he was not my entire world. A time when I didn’t breathe him.
He’s untamed, and feral as he takes me in his bed, making me as desperate as he is. The friction between us fires up, and I’m whining in his arms, begging for more. And he gives me just that, making true on his promise to rut me so hard that I forget my own name.
“Mine,” he growls into my neck, his hips smacking against mine as he pounds into me. Claiming me with fevered touch and a bruising grip. “You are mine, precious. Only mine!”
“Yours!” I sob, pleasure swelling through my body when he angles the base of his shaft to brush over my clit. My back arches, lips parting with a sob as I feel myself draw back closer to the edge I fell only minutes ago, and this time, it threatens to send me into a bottomless abyss. “Close,” I moan, clawing desperately at his shoulders. “Saint—”
“Shhh, let go, baby. I’ll catch you, I promise,” he breathes into my neck sucking a bruise, and this time, a scream tears from my throat. My abdomen seizures before the pressure erupt in a million tiny pieces that spread through my body. I scratch the man’s back as pleasure wrecks me, my channel cinching hard around his shaft as he slams roughly into me, chasing his own pleasure.
In my fit, I almost miss it.
I almost miss the way his body tenses and muscles strain under my fingers seconds before he comes apart. He roars, pinning me down on the bed as he pounds his thick shaft into me, and I gasp when he floods me with his warmth.
“Fuuuck!” he growls, slamming into me in powerful thrusts and burying his release into my womb, and it doesn’t immediately register that I could get pregnant from this. I cling on to him as he rolls his hips, his thrust growing shallow as my sex milks him of his release before he falls on top with a heavy sigh and I embrace the large man, burying my face in his shoulder and drowning in his scent. “Fuck, precious, you’re perfect and mine .”
A sense of safety settles in and my eyelids grow heavy as I feel the weight of the day fall. Saint kisses my shoulder, and I hum, my grip loosening as I feel myself dragged to sleep. “So tired,” I murmur, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.
Saint flips us around so he’s the one on top, wrapping his arms around me and I instinctively bury my face in his neck. “You can rest now. I’ve got you.” He brushes his lips over my temple, and I let myself get dragged to sleep.
And when I finally fall, I dream of him.