Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,55
One of his hands digs into my hair and he yanks my head back, cutting off my blood-curdling scream with a brutal kiss that steals the last of my sanity.
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Saint Angelle is kissing me. No, kissing is too tame of a word for what he’s doing. He’s conquering me. Dominating me. Breaking me down into nothing so he can build me back up all over again. His tongue sweeps past my lips to tangle with mine as his hands land on my ass through my shorts to knead and grope my soft flesh. He pins me to the door with his body, and I’m helpless to do anything but accept the onslaught.
The thing that’s more shocking than Saint’s kiss?
How much I want it.
I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my fingers into his golden hair, tugging at it as I begin to return his kiss with as much passion and anger as he’s giving me. We bite and growl at each other, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. I know I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t want his hands on me. Shouldn’t want his big body pressed so tight to mine, I can feel every ridge of muscle through my clothes.
I shouldn’t want this.
Shouldn’t want him.
But I can’t stop.
Suddenly, Saint lifts me in the air. My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, and we never break our kiss as he carries me toward his desk. With one, stiff arm, he sweeps everything from the surface and lays me on top. I’m so wrapped up in the press of his lips, I hardly register the fact that he’s yanking my shorts down my legs. I gasp when he cups me with his whole hand, my bikini bottoms the only barrier between us.
Breaking the kiss, he glances down my body, then turns a furious glare up at me.
“Why aren’t you wearing your one-piece?”
What’s happening right now? Why’s he breaking my lust-filled haze with such a stupid question? “I—”
He presses his palm harder against me, and it rubs my clit through my bottoms. I let out a sharp groan. “Whose attention were you hoping to get?” he demands, jiggling his hand until I squirm. “Wearing this? Liam’s? Gabe’s?”
Frustration wells within me, and I sit up enough to shove at his shoulders.
“You stupid bastard, I thought you might be at the pool tonight!”
The truth is out before I can stop it. I glower up at him as he stares down at me. Slowly, his lips curl into a wicked grin that gives me goosebumps.
“My beautiful, silly little masochist.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up!”
He kisses me again, shoving me back down on the desk. I claw at his arms as his fingers dip past the crotch of my bottoms. He drags them along my pussy, and I shudder as pleasure dances through my body.
The next moment, he’s dropping to his knees in front of me and yanking my bikini bottoms down to the floor to join my shorts.
“Wait…” I put a hand to his head when he moves between my legs, stopping him.
He slants me a sharp look, then shakes his head, his golden hair brushing the insides of my thighs. “Let me go, Ellis.”
I hesitate, even though I’m desperate to have his mouth on me. I’m afraid if I let this happen, he’ll use it against me somehow. Steal another part of my soul that he’ll never give back.
“Mallory…” His voice is a low growl, and his breath caresses my hot flesh.
I bite my lip against the moan that wants to escape, but then decide, fuck it. Let him use this against me later. Saint Angelle is on the verge of kissing me there—taking the edge away—and I’m certain it’s going to be the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life. He’s already taken so much from me, it’s about time he gave something back.
Throwing caution to the wind, I drop my hand and nod my head.
“Good girl.” He dives in, sealing his mouth over my pussy, and I throw my head back with a cry.
Oh. Oh. Jesus, he’s really, really great at this.
He drags his tongue through my folds, then clamps his lips around my clit and sucks. His hands hold my thighs wide as he feasts on me. I’m overwhelmed by sensation, losing awareness of everything but his tongue, lips, and teeth. In my mindlessness, I cup my own breasts, but then feel a sting of self-consciousness and drop my hands to my sides.