Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,66

when I do that, little masochist?”

I can only nod and moan as pleasure streaks through me.

No shit, I like when he does that. When he calls me that.

He smirks, then shoves two fingers inside me without warning. I cry out in surprise and a little bit of pain at the burn of his sudden invasion. He bends his head and takes my clit between his lips as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, and soon, the burn melts away into toe-curling pleasure.

“Fuck … Saint! Shit, I…” I’m rambling as he turns my brain into mush. He’s merciless, hurling me into a dark paradise with his hand and mouth, and I can do nothing but lay back and take it.

I claw at the bedsheets and tug at his blond hair, trying to get a grip on everything he’s making me feel, but it’s a lost cause. He’s pushing me to my peak, his tongue, teeth, and fingers shoving me over the edge as I scream with my release. My orgasm shatters me, and I jerk and spasm uncontrollably as he laps up my juices.

When I go limp on the bed, he raises his head, looking so damn smug, I want to slap him. I just don’t have the strength.

He digs into his back pocket and pulls out a condom. I arch a brow.

“I see we’ve come prepared,” I say in a hoarse voice.

His shoulders flex, then relax, as he winks. “I’m basically a goddamn boy scout.”

“A little presumptuous of you.”

His grin is wicked. “Did you want to fuck bare?”

I bite my lip as the thought sends me to a place I hate to go, hate to remember, but I shake my head. “I’m not an idiot. No condom, no go.” I don’t tell him I’m on the shot because I don’t want to give him a reason to launch into a useless argument.

He goes to rip open the foil packet, but I sit up, struck by a sudden thought.

“Hold on, not yet.”

Saint pauses and stares at me with a furrowed brow. “What is it?” he asks, his voice hard.

Holding his gaze, I push myself closer to him until my ass is right on the mattress’ edge. I reach out and hook my fingers through the belt loops of his pants, then tug him closer. Realization lights up his eyes, and his expression turns savage and hungry.

Wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, I gaze up at him and stick my tongue out to lap at the head. His jaw tightens and his hands fist at his sides, but he doesn’t touch me and lets me tease him at my own pace. I lick him from base to tip, then wrap my lips around the top to suck gently. He groans, and I grin. It’s an intoxicating feeling, having Saint Angelle at my mercy for once. I drop my head and take him as far into my mouth as I’m able.

He groans, and his hands cup my head as if he can’t help himself. He doesn’t push me further down on him or try to move me at all, but just hangs on to me as though he needs something to anchor him to the ground. I hum in delight, and he shudders above me.

“Fuck, Ellis…”

I begin to bob my head up and down, faster and faster. I’m desperate to see him lose control. To fall apart and crumble because of me. I know I can get him there. I can push him over the edge as easily as he pushes me. Closer and closer. His thighs clench. His groans turn to snarls.

I’ve almost got him right. Where. I—

He stops me, holding my head still as he yanks his hips away. His cock leaves my lips with a pop, and I try to chase after it, but his grip is iron.

“Saint! What the hell?” I glare up at him, angry he just denied me the sight of him coming undone.

He grabs the bottom of my shirt and yanks it up and over my head, tossing it away with the rest of my clothes. Then, he grabs me around the waist and tosses me back further onto the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him shove his jeans and underwear down his legs, the condom packet between his teeth. He’s looking at me like a predator, eager to feed, and I’m his willing prey.

Once he’s totally naked, he opens the condom. I’m transfixed as