Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,74
then leans over me with his hands on either side of my head.
“I changed my mind,” he growls against my lips. “I’m not leaving. If I don’t get to sleep tonight, neither do you.”
The next night, I’m just about ready to head out to go to the pool, when a knock takes me by surprise. With a frown, I cross my room in my swimsuit and open the door. I’m surprised to find Saint standing on the other side.
“What’s going on—”
He cuts me off by grabbing me and pulling me into a deep kiss. Backing me into the room, he kicks the door shut behind him. His hands are all over me as he tugs, groping my breasts through my swimsuit and yanking at the crotch so it rubs against my pussy.
I gasp and tear my mouth from his. “What are you doing? I was going to go to the pool.”
“Not tonight,” he growls, cupping my ass and picking me up.
“What’s gotten into you?” I breathe.
“Nothing,” he snaps, and I don’t believe him for a second. “But something’s about to get into you.”
He drops me on the bed, strips naked, and proceeds until my legs begin to cramp from how tightly I’m clutching him. Tonight is slightly different. Still rough, still amazing, but I sense some strange desperation in him. It feels like he’s trying to distract himself with me—or lose himself in my body. I don’t know what’s gotten him so agitated, but I don’t dare ask. I know last night I was really lucky to get as much out of him as I did, and I don’t want to push my luck by asking for more so soon.
Saint doesn’t bother removing my swimsuit. He yanks the top down so my breasts pop free, then tugs the crotch aside so he can stroke my sex before sliding his cock deep inside me. I know some guys have a thing for swimsuits, but I can’t tell if that’s what this is, or if he’s just impatient. His hips thrust into me so hard, my teeth rattle, but I don’t want him to stop or slow down. I love how raw and rough we are with each other. It’s as if all our angst and anger is poured into our sex, and each encounter culminates in this explosive release that momentarily dissolves our hate for each other.
He kisses me, and our tongues clash. Taking my wrists into his hands, he pins them above my head and pulls my body taut, and I can’t break his hold no matter how hard I try. He’s in complete control, and a part of me thinks I should protest, but another part of me relishes how he handles me.
Just the thought of being at his mercy makes me shudder and gush with want.
Fuck, I’m almost there…
He makes me come twice before he finishes, then he rolls off me and sprawls across the mattress. I move to get up, needing to pee, but he grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.
“Not yet,” he mutters, tucking my head against his chest.
I freeze, stunned. Are we cuddling right now?
Dear baby Jesus, what next?
I loathe just how good it feels to be curled against him. He’s warm and firm, and I let my arm snake across his stomach to hold him a little tighter.
“Tell me something about yourself,” he suddenly says.
Furrowing my brow, I glance up at him. He’s staring down at me, his gaze weirdly intense.
“What?” I ask.
“Fair’s fair,” he insists. “I told you real shit last night. Now it’s your turn.”
“I-I don’t know…” What do I even tell him? I’m not real with anyone around here. Even Loni doesn’t know my deepest, darkest secrets because I keep them locked away where no one can ever find them.
I just need to give him something simple to reward him for being so willing to let me have a peek into his actual self last night.
“I like to cook.”
He frowns. “Not good enough.”
“What do you mean that’s not good enough?” I protest. “You didn’t exactly get super deep with me last night?”
He rolls me over onto my back and pins my arms above my head, just like when we were having sex.
“I hate my father,” he says, shocking me. “Always have. He’s a dick who wants me to be just like him, but I don’t want anything to do with what he represents. There’s nothing good in him. Just manipulation and darkness and I hate him for it.”