race faster as I continued to play with her.
My dick was aching for her again already and I knew I was never going to fully satiate this need in my body for her. My addiction was only growing, my dependence deepening and I intended to take as many highs from it as I could before exhaustion forced us to stop. Because I could see no end to it aside from that.
Tatum gasped as she got close to her orgasm, her hand grabbing my bicep to direct the shower head to the exact spot where she wanted to feel the pressure of that water.
I released my hold on her breast and shifted the dial on the shower, changing the temperature to bitingly cold just as she came, the combination of pleasure and shock driving her body to new heights.
Her scream was beyond the confines of this bathroom and I was certain she must have woken the others by now, but I didn't care. Tonight she was mine. Tomorrow we'd figure the rest out.
I flicked the shower back around to hot and placed it above us again as I lifted her up and pinned her to the wall. My solid cock pressed against her heat and I looked into her eyes as I hesitated there with water crashing down over us.
"My whole life I've fought with all I have to maintain control in everything," I said to her as she looked down at me, her hands resting on my shoulders, wet hair sticking to her skin. "And then you came along and brought more chaos to my life than I ever would have believed I could handle. I tried to break you. But you were the one who broke me. You forced me out of my comfort zone again and again until I no longer knew what comfortable felt like. You make my skin itch with a need for more. And you are that more. I hope you realise I'm never going to let you go now."
"Do you promise?" she breathed, making my soul burn for her as I pushed forward, my cock sinking into her like it was made for that purpose alone and I groaned at the perfection of that feeling, of her body owning mine.
"I promise, siren."
A smile lit her lips that was so pure and bright that it set my heart racing and as our bodies began to move together once more, I found myself feeling lighter than I had in as long as I could remember.
Tatum Rivers might have been the perfect bait for the monster in me, but she was the balm for it too. She had tamed four broken, wild men and all we could do now was worship her and hope she never wanted to escape us. But either way, I wouldn't be letting her go.
I woke in the arms of a different monster for the first time in two weeks. Saint lay behind me, my body curved against his as he held me, not a single layer of clothing parting our heated flesh. His muscles were locked around me, keeping me his captive even in sleep. But it turned out, he was my captive too and I wouldn’t ever be releasing him.
My skin buzzed and hummed from what we’d done last night. Saint had claimed me with the punishing ferocity of the Devil. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
My eyes fluttered open and I took in the time staring back at me from the clock on his nightstand, my confusion giving way to a little knot of panic. Oh shit.
It was three minutes past ten and Saint was going to lose his head. What the hell happened to the alarm?
He stirred, his mouth brushing my neck and I arched into him automatically, savouring the way his touch sent a rush of electricity through my flesh. His cock was hard and pressing keenly into my ass as I ground my hips back against him, a sigh leaving him that was so un-Saint, it made me grin. He sounded content. And when was the last time the black hearted beast who resided in this church was ever content?
I reached out quickly, knocking the alarm clock so it wasn’t facing us before rolling over to look at him. He arched an eyebrow at me. “I am quite aware of the time, Tatum. Who do you think turned the alarm off? A fucking pixie?”
My lips parted in shock. Like, legit shock. “Why?” I balked.