lips around him. Groaned. He was hot in her mouth, but silky smooth against her tongue as she laved him.
When her tongue swept over the blunt head of him, she tasted him, a drop of seed on her tongue that had a startling effect on her.
She growled, a fierce need to make him give her more rushing through her, making her grip him with her hand and suck him harder. He grunted and his left hand lowered, tangled in her hair as she moved her mouth on him, hungry for another taste.
“Holly.” Saint gripped her hair as that moan leaked from him, began moving her on him as he pumped his hips.
She growled and gripped them in both hands, pinned him and sucked him, forcing him to submit to her. The primal need to taste him grew stronger, had her snarling and resisting him as he tried to lift her head.
“Holly,” Saint said, his tone commanding, but gentle. “Let me go and I’ll give you what you need.”
Oh gods.
She trembled at the thought, was quick to release him and lift her head. Her gaze collided with his and her brow furrowed when she saw in it that he meant those words, that he could ease this wild need building inside her, one she feared was going to take control again.
Saint dropped his hand to her jaw, smoothed his palm across it as he held her gaze. She eased back as he sat up, kept looking into his eyes, seeing a promise in them, one that had her trusting him because she knew deep in her heart that he would come good on it. He would tame this wild, primal, and frightening part of her.
She only had to submit to him.
She breathed through the urge to growl that came over her as she thought that, tamped down the need to seize command of things again, and managed to get herself under control.
Saint reached for the shoulders of her satin dress, sending a tremble through her as he made contact, his thumbs brushing her bare skin. The satin sliding over her skin made her shiver, made her nipples pucker as Saint’s gaze fell to her breasts. She was hyper-aware of him as he leaned towards her, as he reached behind her to the zipper of her dress and lowered it, the sound loud in the thick air. A moan fell from her lips as he kissed her throat, licked close to her nape, and her eyes slipped shut as she leaned her head away from him, unable to resist the urge to give him better access to her neck.
His own moan joined hers as his bare chest brushed hers, as he finished lowering the zipper and eased back, taking hold of the shoulders of her dress again. It slipped down over her breasts, sending a thousand shivers cascading over her skin, and the heat of Saint’s gaze seared her as his eyes dropped to her chest.
He pulled her up onto her knees as he dropped his head, and she arched backwards as his lips brushed her left nipple, agonising heat shimmering over her skin from that point. Her dress pooled around her spread thighs, teasing her oversensitive flesh as Saint pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked it, rolled it between his teeth and had her pressing forwards, consumed by a need for more.
He gave it to her by lifting her dress, his hands burrowing beneath it to cup her backside. His fingers pressed into her flesh through her panties, parted her and dipped lower. She tensed and rose up on her knees, moaned as his fingers brushed between her plush petals.
“Gods,” Saint muttered darkly, moved to her other breast and sucked on it, harder this time as his fingers delved between her thighs, as he stroked them over her flesh. He broke away from her and kissed up her chest, murmuring huskily, “You’re so wet.”
She was. Was that a bad thing? She hoped it wasn’t, and then found she didn’t care when Saint tore her panties away, when he cupped and stroked her, found her bundle of nerves and sent her shooting into the stratosphere.
Her cheeks burned as she rocked against his fingers, unable to stop her hips from moving, a slave to the need building inside her. Saint only made it worse as he trailed a finger upwards from her nub to her sheath and pressed inside a little.
She growled, couldn’t hold it back as desire for something else