Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,67

he rolls it down his erection, then gives himself a few firm strokes before placing one knee on the bed.

“I’ll come in that smart mouth later,” he hisses as he prowls toward me. “This first time, though, I want to be inside you.”

My chest heaves with my uneven breaths, and I’m only capable of a nod as he settles above me on his hands and knees. We stare at each other for a heartbeat of time, and I wonder if he’s thinking the same thing I am. That this is surreal. That I could’ve never imagined this happening, not in a million years. Yet, now that it is, I wouldn’t do anything to stop it.

I want him.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anybody.

It doesn’t make sense, and I shouldn’t feel this way, but I’m also done questioning it. Whatever this thing is between me and Saint is more than hate, and more than lust. It’s too powerful to resist, no matter how stupid being with him may be.

“You ready, Ellis?” he murmurs.

“Yeah,” I breathe.

Reaching between us, he takes himself in hand and I spread my legs wide so he can line himself up with me. He pauses one moment, the tip of his cock wedged against my entrance, and then, with a thrust of his hips, he slides inside. I gasp, because his dick is so much bigger than his fingers, and it’s been so long since I’ve had sex with anyone. Once he’s pushed into the hilt, he holds himself still, as if he’s giving me time to adjust to him. Pressing one of his thumbs to my clit, he rubs it in slow, firm circles, and sparks of pleasure begin to shoot up through my body.

I relax and my muscles become more giving as I get wetter. Soon, there’s no pain. I just feel full and stretched, and I want to clutch him tighter to me and grind my hips against him.

“Good?” His voice rumbles, and I feel it moving in his chest, which is pressed tight to mine.

“Good,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He doesn’t need further encouragement. He rolls his hips, then slowly pulls himself out until just the tip is inside me. Then, he slams back in. I let out a cry, and he begins to move with force. He’s so rough, but I love it. There’s no finesse to our sex. No playing. Just pure, animalistic lust and instinct driving us onward. He growls and snarls as he pistons into me, and I shriek until my ears hurt, clawing at his shoulder and arms with my nails.

Dropping his head, he buries his face against my neck and begins licking and sucking my skin. I know he’s leaving a mark, a big one, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to hide it. I don’t care at the moment, though, especially when he lowers his mouth to my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples while he thrusts into me.

“Saint!” I chant his name like a prayer, but I don’t know what else to say. He’s stolen my ability to think and speak, and all that’s left is touch. Feel. His hard cock wedged deep inside me. The rough pad of his thumb pressing into my clit. His teeth scraping against my nipples. His big, rough hands pinning my hips to the mattress.

He’s all around me. Consuming me. I couldn’t escape him now, even if I wanted to.

But I don’t want to.

I really, really don’t want to.

What I want is to come, and he’s shoving me toward release like a freight train. I know it’s going to be intense, and I’m almost scared to reach it. But I don’t want him to stop pushing me.

His thrusts become more brutal, and I think that means he’s getting close as well. It suddenly becomes a race toward the finish, and he seems determined for me to win. His thumb is rubbing my clit so fast now, his hands a blur. It’s too much stimulation, and I almost shove his arm to get him to stop touching me there, but the next moment, I’m crashing over the edge and nothing else in the world matters but the explosion of pure ecstasy coursing through my body.

I scream against his skin, no longer even capable of saying his name. My nails dig into his shoulders until beads of blood bubble up. It doesn’t seem to bother him, though, as he keeps driving in and out