“Your breasts are on display and ready to serve.”
My nipples stiffened.
His gaze grew dark. “And although I’ve tried, all I can think about is your breasts in my mouth, around my cock, and bouncing in my face.”
Moving his hand out of his pocket, he seared me with his gaze. “Do you think Holly would notice that we were gone?”
Anticipation skittered up my body. “Of course she would, but she would be happy about it.”
“I need an answer from you, Ivy.”
I frowned. “Saint—”
“But I need your pussy right now more.”
I exhaled.
His voice was a low pleading groan. “I can’t do this anymore. I need your pussy. I need to taste you. All year I’ve been anticipating this moment—finally seeing you and having your body moving under me.”
I parted my lips, unable to speak.
“Let’s go. We’ll order room service later.”
I swallowed.
He rose. His cock pushed at the front of his pants. Fast, he grabbed his fur coat and hid the bulging erection.
I stood with him.
Mrs. Ingram looked up. “Are you okay, Ivy?”
“My head is hurting.” I touched it. “Saint is going to walk me back to my room and make sure I’m okay.”
“You’ve barely touched your food, Ivy.” Mrs. Ingram pointed at it. “Perhaps you’re hungry.”
“She’s not.” Saint interrupted. “I know what she needs.”
I cleared my throat.
From the end of the table, Holly glanced our way with a knowing grin.
I avoided her, grabbed my coat, and rushed off.
Mrs. Ingram called after me. “Hope you feel better, Ivy.”
I glanced over my shoulder. “Me too.”
Saint grabbed my hand and dragged me away.
I stifled my giggling.
Finally, he would stop playing around and give me that cock.
Chapter 12
Cozy Little Christmas
We returned to my villa in no time.
Although the lights were off, the cool moonlight from the glass ceiling illuminated the space.
Before I could take off my clothes, Saint had me sideways on the bed. I lay on my back, catching my breath. He hovered over me. He was a glorious vision to behold—the beautiful slope of his lips, the chiseled angles of his face, those glowing blue eyes. His scent filled the air. It was a mixture of soap and designer cologne. Nothing had ever smelled so appealing to me in my life. There, I melted into a puddle of desire.
A sad smile covered his face. “Why do I always give in to you?”
I parted my lips but had nothing to say.
“I know I should be patient. You’ve been through a lot, but. . .”
“It’s been a long time.” Guilt filled me. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. Just trust me to love you.”
A shiver of fear ran to me.
He looked down at my arms.
Did he feel that?
He gave me a sad smile. “You don’t pray anymore?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then have faith. Why pray if you’re going to be fearful about it? Believe that God will bless our love. Believe that I won’t hurt you.”
“I. . .”
“Open your heart, Ivy. Let me in.”
“I’m. . .thinking about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about. Every part of me is yours. My heart. My mind. My soul. Anything I own. Just give us a chance.”
I shook my head. “In many ways. . .I don’t think you’ll hurt me. But sometimes. . .I wonder if. . .I’ll hurt you.”
“I wouldn’t care if you did. Just give me the chance.” He glared at me. “Listen to me. I’m begging. You carved your name into my fucking soul. I can’t get rid of it. I try, but nothing works. What else can I do but beg?”
My eyes watered.
“My sweet Ivy.” Giving up on the conversation, he kissed me. So hot and powerful, my mind went blank. He twisted his tongue along mine, dragging a moan out of me.
My heart pounded, drumming like the beat of a rap song.
He shoved the front of my dress down and then moved his mouth to my exposed breasts. I arched up going crazy. He sucked on one bobbing nipple, catching the hungry point in his mouth and suckling as if yearning for milk to come out.
“Fuck!” I whimpered under him. In the next minute, I scooted out of my underwear.
He took his mouth from my nipples and shot his hands straight to the center of my thighs. I gasped from his lightning quick speed.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He slowly pushed one finger inside of me and flicked my clit with his thumb. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already creamy on my fingers.”
“It’s all the teasing.” My body shivered.
He moved his hand from my pussy and sucked on the finger that had been inside of me.
I moaned.
He licked his lips. “Some nights all I do is sit in my bed with a hard cock and think about the taste of your pussy.”
I widened my eyes.
He lowered his hand. Instead of thrusting his finger inside of me, he brushed his fingertips along my thighs. My body tightened.
Groaning, he rose a little and lowered, until his face’s view hit my pussy.
“Saint?”
“I have to taste you a little more. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t lick your pussy a few times.”
My thighs shivered.
“Any complaints?”
My whole body trembled with desire. “N-no.”
He slid his hands up my thighs, shoving my dress away. His warm breath slipped along my exposed flesh.
When he buried his face between my legs and tongued my pussy, spasms of pleasure rocked me. Blazing flames spread across every inch of my body. I burned with lust. Erotic need. A hunger that threatened to blow me up into shredded pieces.
“Oh!” Arching my back, I reached for his head, wanting to shove his face more into my pussy. I wasn’t even sure it was possible. He was already so damn close.
He lapped at my clit, knowing just how to push me over the edge. No other man had pleasured me more. No other was so well-acquainted with every inch of my body like him.
I stirred under Saint, unable to deal with all the pleasure.
He held me firmly to the bed, not letting me move another inch. When he pushed two fingers inside of my wet pussy, I rocked, desperately trying to get them in deeper.
He left my pussy and looked up at me. Those blue eyes held darkness. His lids hung heavy over them. He rose and came back up to me. I grabbed the bottom of his thick shirt and yanked it up. He helped himself out of it. My arousal shimmered over his lips. I reached forward and kissed him, sucking my juices off his mouth. Unable to help myself, I slipped my hands along his chiseled six-pack, relishing in the layers of muscle wrapped around his waist.
He gripped my hair and pulled my lips from him.
I blinked.
He frowned. “This will hurt me in the morning.”
“It won’t.”
“Be mine.”
“In many ways. . .I’ve always been yours.”
“Fuck that. I want you to be mine in every way.” He yanked my head back and nibbled at my throat.