His magic was sparking against my skin, branding me as a vacuum of energy began to pull and tug against my own, making me feel lightheaded as ecstasy flooded my body. I was a needy mess, and a panicked feeling entered my chest, feeling as though if I didn’t have Saint inside of me, I was going to die.
A whine left my throat as I began to unabashedly rock against him, his teeth tugging harder on my nipple as his fingers teased my other breast mercilessly. Was he trying to make me come like this? If so, it was going to absolutely work.
“I need you,” I finally gasped, my eyes fluttering shut. “Please, Saint.”
I had never needed him more than I did in this moment, and I could feel that if I didn’t have him, my body was going to melt into a puddle of need. I would never be whole again, ripped apart by the absolute, all-consuming desire for Saint.
“I don’t know if you are ready for me, Arabella.” His voice was soft and edged in a heated caution, his fingers gripping my jaw in a firm hold as I focused on his silver-streaked eyes. Everything else around them was blurred, and not because of my lack of glasses that I’d tossed to the side.
“I am,” I promised as his fingers slid against my wet lace panties. A groan rumbled from his chest before he easily snapped the fabric on both sides, tossing them away. All while keeping his eyes on me, my entire body trembling as the cool air from the bedroom ran over my hot core.
I let out a moan as his fingers finally glided across my center, my fingers gripping the bedding, as I wondered if this counted as torture. I think it did. I think the bastard was torturing me… and enjoying it.
The level of possession and intensity filling his gaze was like nothing I’d seen from him before. That side of him, the older and far more dangerous one, was appearing as any hesitancy was whipped away.
I knew I should have been scared. I knew this side of him was powerful and lethal, but instead I found myself craving it more than the normal, teasing Saint.
“I don’t mean how wet you are, flower,” he purred, his voice velvet soft as he brushed his lips against mine, my moan catching as his thumb circled my wet heat over my clit. “I mean for what that would mean between us. If you let me between your legs, I’m going to fucking brand you. I’m going to take that pretty little soul of yours and mark it as mine, completely.”
Holy shit.
His eyes darkened as a deadly serious expression filled his face. “Are you sure you want to fuck Death, little girl?”
Well hell… when you put it that way. Yes. Holy shit, yes.
“I want you, Saint,” I breathed out, knowing what I was agreeing to.
His eyes flashed completely black, a wicked smile stealing over his expression before his lips were back on me. This time the kiss was toxic and almost desperate, absolutely devouring.
My thighs tightened around his hips as my nails dug into his cool, muscular skin, the hand wrapping around my throat turning tighter as he pushed a finger inside of me, causing me to jolt. I moaned his name as I felt the air in my lungs almost escape me, causing everything around me to turn into a dazzlingly beautiful effect of silver and black.
“I could take you away from all of this,” he growled against my mouth. “I could take your fucking soul and lock you away. Keep you to myself. Completely.”
Fuck, why was that so hot?
“You won’t,” I whispered as my fingers left his hair and slid down to his belt, his gaze scorching as he chuckled softly at my words.
“You trust me that much?” His voice was light and almost mocking, but I knew it didn’t match his question. His grip on my throat tightened again after having loosened, and my eyes fluttered shut, everything spinning around me.
“Yes.” It was true. No matter who or what he was, I trusted Saint.
His growl was savage, vibrating through the room, and I felt him snap, those words doing him in. I jumped in surprise as he suddenly disappeared, oxygen flooding my system as I watched him unbutton his jeans and push them down, revealing the massive hard-on he was sporting. He gripped himself in his large tattooed hand, making my center tighten as I realized that he planned on fitting that inside of me.
“Holy shit, you’re huge,” I choked out. A cocky smirk filled his face, and without another moment to spare, he tugged my ankles forward, making me fall back before pushing my thighs open completely so that he had access to my pussy. I moaned as I felt his hard, intimidating cock press right against my center, my breathing far faster than normal and a tiny bit of anxiety filling my chest.
Not enough to make me want to stop—rather the opposite, considering I could literally feel myself growing more drenched by the moment—but holy hell, he really was huge. It was almost obscene how large he was in comparison to me. Fucking hot as well, but obscene.
“I’m not going to take you softly, flower.” His voice vibrated through me. “I don’t have it in me. I’m going to fuck you hard and rough until you’re coming on my cock and giving me every single ounce of pleasure that I can wring from your body.”
His words should have scared me. Of course, they didn’t.
“I just need you, Saint. Any way I can get you,” I promised breathlessly.
A scream of surprise and slight pain broke from my throat as he surged forward, filling me in one hard push, my body jumping at the intrusion. I whimpered, gripping his back and probably leaving a mark, as he snarled against my neck. As he began to pump his hips, I realized only half his cock was inside of me… how the fuck was he going to fit the rest?
“Holy fuck. You are so goddamn tight,” he groaned, his voice almost choked.
“Or you’re massive.” I inhaled sharply as I clung to him, his movements becoming deeper and harder, filling me in demanding, even strokes. I moaned out his name as his hands moved to my hips, gripping hard as he began to stroke into me like I was a toy he was using for his fucking pleasure. I loved it. My clit pulsed as everything electrified around me dangerously.
“Goddamn it,” he groaned, his one hand moving up to my hair to grip it, forcing me to turn my head slightly. The sting felt pleasurable against the feeling of him hitting so deep inside of me.
Suddenly, I cried out as he bit down on my neck, causing me to tighten around him, my entire body convulsing against him as dizziness hit me and I felt him break skin. His lips touched my blood, smearing it on my neck, and the power in the room whipped up into a frenzy. Everything seemed to grow darker and cold, his frame growing larger as he stretched me further, causing me to cry out. The pleasure mixed with a sting of pain electrified my entire body.
His pace became far faster, and my hands moved across his shoulders where I could feel his frame shifting, black shadows of magic wrapping around me as I opened my eyes to find a pair of glowing silver eyes watching me with absolute possession. Everything around us was black, filled with shadows, and I could only focus on Saint. Be with Saint. He was taking me so deep and hard that it was the only thing grounding me to the high that I felt saturating my brain and nerve endings.
I knew the risk I was taking, my body being rode hard by someone that wasn’t using all of their strength in the least, but I tightened my legs around him as a dangerous, nearly feral growl echoed through the space.
The sound was enough that it shocked my system into its first climax, everything blacking out for a moment as he continued to fuck into me, everything turning into a blur of pure euphoria. I could feel every ounce of his raw power as he stopped holding back, and my body filled with both pain and pleasure at how he was taking me, tears of relief leaking down my face as I lifted my fingers to his lips that were stained in my blood. There was something between us, a bond that I could only describe as other.