flicked open my bra clasp one handed, then tugged at the side of my thong. The message was clear as day, but after the day I'd had, I'd earned a bit of fun. So I slapped his hand away and danced out of his reach.
"Cassiel Saint, you're recovering from two bullet wounds and a hell of a bruise from the one that hit your vest. You're in no shape to be—" My teasing was cut short with a small shriek as he damn near tackled me onto the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach, and I dissolved into laughter.
"What was that, Angel?" he retorted, slipping his fingers under my thong and straight into my cunt. My laugh quickly shifted to a moan as I arched my back and pushed against his hand. Fucking hell, for only having one hand, he was far from awkward.
When I didn't reply, he stroked a finger over my clit, making me shiver. "That's what I thought. Now take this off before I tear it off with my teeth." He flicked the elastic of my thong, and I gave a small growl of protest. But I was also intuitive enough to recognize the shift in his tone, so I quickly scrambled to do as instructed.
"Cass," I warned, looking at him over my shoulder as he coaxed me onto my knees in the middle of the bed. "If you—"
"I'm fine," he growled back at me, undoing his belt and jeans with deft movements. "Trust me, Red; I'm a big boy."
The timing of that statement as he released his cock from his pants couldn't have been more perfect, and I licked my lips. "Hell yeah, you are."
He chuckled at my lame joke, his fingers wrapped around his inked dick as he met my eyes. "Face against the mattress, Angel. Don't move unless you're told."
Hot arousal filled my veins, and I did as he said, leaving my ass up in the air and on full display for his hungry gaze. "Happy?" I asked, an edge of teasing sass in my voice.
His gaze darkened, and his palm cracked against my ass cheek. "Not yet," he muttered, smoothing his hand over the sting in my flesh as I groaned and tried really hard not to move, per his direction. "But I can't think of a better way to celebrate my own death than this."
He thrust into me, his thick cock filling me up and making me gasp. He gripped one of my hips, pulling me back onto him as he pushed deeper. Then he smacked my ass again, and I yelped.
"Holy shit, Red," he hissed, his fingers kneading the hot skin of my cheek. "Fuck you're tight."
I almost laughed at that comment. He'd literally just smacked my ass so hard I yelped; of fucking course my pussy had reacted like a vice. But he started moving in me before I could get my sassy comment out, and within moments I'd totally forgotten what I was going to say.
Cass's one-armed grip on me was possessive and desperate, but I was finding it hard not to writhe. I wanted his other hand in play so damn badly. I wanted him to play with my clit or finger my ass or pull my fucking hair. Shit. I wanted all of that... all at once.
"Saint," I moaned, "let me ride you."
His rhythm faltered, and his breathing spiked. I thought for a second he would refuse, but then he pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the mattress.
Grinning my victory, I scrambled into his lap and sank down onto his slick shaft. My knees met the bed on either side of his hips, his jeans were barely even pulled down to mid-thigh, and my arms looped around his neck.
"Say it," he demanded, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair. I loved how he did that. It was one of his favorite things to do when we kissed, and it never failed to soak my panties, no matter what situation we were in.
I grinned, running my tongue over my lower lip as I clenched my pelvic floor and rocked my hips. "You first," I replied.
His dark eyes glittered at my defiance, but I knew I was getting my way. This time. His teeth scraped over my jaw, then nipped at my earlobe before he uttered some of the sweetest words on earth.
"I fucking love you, Red."
A deep shiver ran through me at the deep rumble of his confession in my