He slowed his thrusts and Ume’s head tossed on the ground. No. She needed more. She needed that frenzied out-of-control feeling back again. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel.
His thumb, coated in her arousal, pressed between the cheeks of her ass. “I can take away most of the pain in here, Ume. Or just a little. I know how you like a touch of pain, don’t I?”
“Mmmmmm, oh I—oh!” Ume gasped as his thumb pressed inside her ass, stretching her, readying her for more.
She’d never imagined anything like this, never imagined she would love this feeling. The kitsune in her had no such limitations. It shouted for joy and rolled over onto its stomach, offering Ume up like a sacrifice.
“Oh, baby. Have I mentioned I hate how perfect you are for me?”
His cock slid out of her drenched sex, the head pushing inside the tight ring of muscles and filling her. Oh God, filling her so completely she could hardly breathe. The stinging stretch only added to the pleasure. A feeling unlike any she’d ever known. Too much. Not enough. Too far.
More.
She felt her tails wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper and he cried out. “Yes, Ume. Damn, you’ll kill me.”
The tip of one tail pressed between his muscular cheeks, tracing the sensitive skin teasingly as he rocked inside her.
She knew the instant he lost control. His growl sounded feral, and she could see his red eyes in her mind. One hand gripped her hair, the other cupped her shoulder for purchase as he took her like a man possessed.
A demon possessed.
And Ume loved it. Every sensation, every stretch, brought her closer and closer to her release. She was leaping from the edge of that cliff and diving head first into the fire below. His name a scream on her lips.
“Saint.”
The sound of her voice triggered his own climax, sending him hurtling after her into that space where there was nothing but ecstasy. Nothing but this.
When it was done he collapsed beside her, pulling her into his arms and murmuring her name softly. Over and over again. Ume. Ume.
She wanted to stay this close to him forever. And that one thought gave her the strength she needed to go. When she could breathe again, she
tugged herself out of his arms and stood up. She looked down at her clothes, torn in some places but still on for the most part, and straightened her skirt.
“Ume?”
She couldn’t look at him. She didn’t dare. She wasn’t sure how she felt about anything. All she knew was she needed to go home. “You can put this scene on the wall now. Add it to my sins.”
She turned and ran down the hall and out the door, not stopping until she’d reached the arch and cried out, “Julie!”
A door of light appeared out of thin air, but Ume didn’t have time to marvel. She heard Saint calling her name, coming closer. She had to get out of his world.
She was crying as she walked through the doorway.
“Are we too late for the intervention?”
“Lower your voice, Thomas. He’s depressed not deaf.”
Saint wanted to smile as he listened to Mac and Thomas bickering outside his bedroom door. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t feel anything lately. Didn’t care.
He’d lost his treasure.
“Saint, we’re coming in.”
He looked up from his position on the bed to watch them all pouring into the room. Mac, Thomas, Liam. His eyes widened. Margo and Julie? Interesting.
Liam caught the direction of his glance. “She knows, Saint. I told her everything.” He shrugged helplessly. “She’s my mate.”
He noticed Julie blushing and it made him snort. Ah. A reaction. So still something in there after all. Damn it. “Congratulations.”