He separated her ass cheeks and held her in a strong grip. Her mouth dropped open as he slowly sank into her pussy, forcing her soft flesh to give way to his steely length. He pumped, firm but gentle, working his thick shaft into her tight sheath farther and farther with each pass. His low growl as he carved his way into her flesh was like the rumble of the earth before a volcanic explosion.
He paused when he was submerged mid-staff and firmed his hold on her buttocks, squeezing them in a manner that sent a jolt of excitement through her pussy.
“You’d never believe me if I told you how many times I fantasized about taking you just like this.” His voice ran through her like a current of energy; it vibrated, not just with emotion, but with the effort of restraint, she realized. “Fucking you here, your scent mixing with the trees and the grass, the moonlight on your naked skin.”
“I’m yours to take, Saint. I always have been.”
He made a choking sound. A thrill went through her when he tightened his hold on her ass. He sank his cock into her, making her gasp.
He’d been right to warn her to brace herself. He fucked her deep and thoroughly, grunting in primal satisfaction every time he smacked their flesh together. For several sensation-infused moments, her voice box seemed to lock up. Her mouth hung open as he crashed into her, causing a nearly unbearable friction deep inside her body.
Her consciousness narrowed until she swam in a haze of throbbing sensation and jaw-tightening pressure. It was too much, so she couldn’t understand why she hissed for him to fuck her harder…daring him to take what was his…taunting him, even. He drove into her, a primed, well-lubricated piston, his actions so relentless and precise that Christina knew he’d accepted her challenge.
Reveled in it.
He gave himself in the way she’d always dreamed he would—no holds barred and without a shred of doubt or constraint. She groaned when she felt his cock jerk inside her and heard his guttural groan. She hovered on the crest of her own climax. He suddenly smacked her ass twice with his palm, brisk and demanding. The unexpected bursts of sensation sent her right over the edge.
He lifted her upper body, dipping his knees and pressing her back into his chest. He buried his face in the juncture of her neck and shoulder and held her tight. His cock throbbed as he continued to shoot his seed deep inside her.
Christina knew she’d never forget the sound Saint made against her skin at that moment. His cry was anguished and blissful at once, the sound of a lost, suffering soul finally coming home.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dawn peeked around the corners of the drapery, casting the bedroom in gray shadows. The silence hung thick and heavy, interrupted only by Saint’s low growls of pleasure and the wet sounds Christina made as she took him in her mouth, her movements growing faster and more forceful with each passing second.
Christina had refused to sleep far away from Aidan that night. Not that Saint and she had ever slept…but still. Saint was so energized, not only by the crystal chamber, but also by Christina’s powerful vitessence, that he didn’t need to sleep in the depths of the earth to revitalize himself. They’d chosen a guest bedroom down the hall from Aidan and proceeded to ravish each other all night long.
His fingers laced through Christina’s hair, holding it off her face. He leaned against the pillows, his breath hissing past his lips, his gaze glued to the erotic sight of his cock sliding between Christina’s lips. Their minds were exquisitely joined at that moment. He cupped her head gently, knowing she was aroused by the gesture…the subtle hint that he could command her motions if he chose.
His sexual stamina was much greater than the typical human male’s, but he’d never guessed at the furthest limits of it until he’d spent a night of unrestrained passion with Christina. He’d lost track of the number of times they’d made love. He wouldn’t have guessed he could become so aroused after drowning in her time and time again, but here he was…
Stiff enough to hammer nails with his cock.
Ripples of pure pleasure went through him at every slide of her firm lips and flick of her quick tongue. She’d quickly learned his sweet spot—a quarter-sized patch of skin on the underside of his cock just beneath the rim. She liked to torture him by giving it a good, hard tongue polishing, making him growl in mixed gratification and warning. Her strong, steady suction told him loud and clear how hungry she was. He massaged her skull in tiny circular motions and spoke to her while she sucked him.
“Such a hot, little mouth. If you had any idea what I want to do to it, you might not be so eager.”
Her low, sexy moan vibrated into his cock.
He smiled as she took him deeper, her lips stretching wide around the thick shaft.
“You’d like it, wouldn’t you, lovely?”
His cock twitched as she nodded.
A jolt of awareness went through him and he groaned. She glanced up, her shiny green eyes asking a question.
“Aidan just woke up,” he muttered. She lifted her head and his cock slid out of her mouth. It fell to his belly with a wet whapping sound. He grimaced at the pain of deprivation. He stopped himself from ordering her to put his cock back in her warm, wet heat immediately.
“Tell him to go back to sleep.” He ground his back teeth together at the sound of her voice. It was rough and indescribably sexy from taking his cock so deep.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he rasped, his gaze fixed on her puffy, reddened lips. He’d ravaged them again and again throughout the night. He couldn’t concentrate for thinking about doing it again right that second.
“Use that mind thing you do.” She frowned at him when he just stared at her, his brow furrowed. “You’re a parent, Saint. Now isn’t the time to get all ethical over mind control.”
He gave her a wry look. “Fardusk and Kavya say Aidan’s strength may one day surpass mine.”
“That day isn’t today though, Saint.” He tensed when she blew softly on his damp erection. The base of his spine tingled with pleasure. “Now, tell your son to go back to sleep. He needs the rest,” she proclaimed before she grabbed the base of his cock, lifting it like a tent-pole off his body.