Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,96

hate waiting,” he reminds me with a smirk, leaning against the door frame and putting his impressive biceps on full display.

“So,” I murmur like an idiot. I can’t stop staring at his abs. Sonofabitch, why can’t I stop staring at his abs?

“Eyes up here, little masochist,” he chuckles. “I’m not just a piece of meat, you know.”

That manages to break my trance and I raise my gaze to his.

“Saint, I have something I need to talk to you about.”

Instead of replying, he reaches out and cups the back of my head, undoing my long braid as he pulls me in for a deep kiss. I gasp, and his tongue pushes past my lips to lap at mine. Moaning, I melt against his chest and let him pull me into the room.

“I really need to talk to you…” I murmur as he directs me toward his bed.

“Hmmmm, later. Right now, I just need inside.”

“But, it’s important—” He silences me with a firm kiss, his fingers sliding under my shirt to skim along my bare skin. I shiver and grip his shoulders to press my body flush against his.

I try to hang on to my resolve to talk to him, but he steals my will bit by delicious bit. Before I know it, he’s yanked my t-shirt up and over my head, and stripped me of my bra. He pushes me down onto the bed and crawls up over me to race the tip of his tongue around each of my nipples.

I writhe and moan, my mind going completely blank as my body is suffused with pleasure. Saint moves from my breasts and leaves a trail of hot kisses all the way down my belly to my yoga pants. Hooking his fingers around the waistband of my pants, he drags them down my legs along with my underwear. Once I’m naked beneath him, he shoves my legs apart.

He dips his head, but just before he dives into my sex, he glances up at me with a wicked grin.

“Get ready to scream,” he growls, then he presses his lips against my clit.

I whimper and squirm as he ravishes me with his lips, teeth, and tongue. My fingers curl into his sheets, and when I come, I do scream. I scream his name over and over again until he lifts his head and lets me collapse back into the sheets. It’s a brief reprieve, however, as he shoves his sweatpants down to release his hard cock.

He crawls up the bed next to me then rolls onto his back.

“Come here, beautiful,” he snarls.

I push up onto my knees and move to straddle his lap. Taking hold of his length, I line him up with my entrance, then hold his gaze as I slowly sink down. I let out a little, desperate cry as he fills me to stretching.

When my ass is flush to his thighs, I pause and hold myself still, adjusting to being so filled. Even after so many times, it still burns a little at first. Once the little discomfort has passed, I begin to move my hips. It’s not the first time I’ve rode him like his, but he usually prefers to be in charge and set the pace himself. He’s feeling generous tonight, and I’m not going to waste my chance to have control over him.

Resting my hands on his chest, I drop my head back and move faster and faster above him. He grips my hips but doesn’t try to slow me down or speed me up. He grunts and groans, until the room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping and our mingled, breathless noises. As I move my hips over him, nothing else matters. There’s nothing in my mind but the pursuit of release. I can feel it, building in my gut, and I grind down on Saint as I chase after it.

“That’s it, Mal,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Come for me. Fuck me harder and come.”

As if my body was just waiting for his permission, I feel my orgasm explode within me. I cry out to the ceiling as I spasm and clench my legs around him. He pumps his hips up into me, reaching his own peak, and with a shout, begins shooting inside me as his muscles strain and his face goes red.

When I come down from the high, I collapse against his chest. His arms wrap around me and hug me tight. He’s still inside me, and we