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He steps toward me, closing the already little space between us until I’m flush with his chest and abdomen, forced to crane my neck to keep our gazes locked.
His finger curls around my jaw, gliding until he reaches my chin, and he presses his thumb to my lip. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“And what if I wanted to kill you?” I whisper.
“If that’s really what you wanted, I would hand you the knife.”
He’s going to kiss me again, and this time, I’m not sure I want to stop him.
His lips find mine again, stealing my breath away. Stars explode in my brain. No man has ever kissed me like this before. Kissed me like he already knows exactly what I want. How hard, how tender, how hungry.
He sucks my bottom lip until his teeth sink in. The gasp that escapes my throat unleashes him. He is a feral, starved animal finally loose from his chain.
His huge hands wrap around my back, pinning me to him as he sweeps his tongue in my mouth. A groan vibrates low in his throat as our tongues meet, and my knees grow weak. Thank god he’s holding me upright.
I slide my hands between us, pushing pathetically at his chest. He ignores my resistance, knowing what I really want.
With a growl, his mouth drops to my neck, sucking on my skin. I hiss at the exquisite sensation, the adrenaline rush mixing with the pleasure to create a sort of ecstasy I’ve never felt before.
“You are so sweet,” he purrs. “I bet your pussy will be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The dam between my legs bursts, panties already soaked for him. My stomach twists with a mix of shame and desire.
I shove at him, mind and body warring. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. I really fucking do. “Get off.”
He lets me shove him away, allowing an inch of space between us. “You want me, muse.” His voice is gruff, almost a threat. “I know you do. Let yourself take what you want.”
I grab the stiff collar of his button-up and yank him back to me.
His mouth crashes against mine, and his rough hands go to my blouse, ripping it open and sending buttons flying around the room. My breasts heave beneath my bra, exposed skin pebbling in the cool air.
“Hey!” I hiss. “I need this shirt?—”
“You need this shirt on the floor,” he growls. “I’ll buy you a thousand more to replace it.”
His eyes roam over the newly exposed skin, coal-black eyes somehow darkening further. “I’ve never known hunger until I met you. I have been starved since the day I laid eyes on you, Briar Shea.” His gaze locks with mine in a promise. “Now I’ll feast.”
Saint drops to his knees in front of me, and I gasp when his hands slip up my skirt and yank my panties to the floor. He’s up in a second, leaning around me to swipe his desk clear of his belongings, the crash of dishes ringing in my ears.
“You’re making a mess,” I tease him breathlessly, heart pounding from the mix of adrenaline, arousal, and fear.
He grabs me by the hips and tosses me onto the desk, planting his hands on my thighs and keeping my legs open for him as he stands between my knees. “Don’t worry,” he purrs, his hand dipping between my thighs until a finger strokes up my center. My breath hitches, eyes widening at the flood awaiting him. “I’ll lick it clean.”
My knees attempt to clamp together, but he’s between them and my god, this man. His words shouldn’t have this effect on me.
Both his hands are on my bra now, tugging the cups down and making my tits pop out. His moan sends liquid heat racing to my pussy. “Fuck, muse. I couldn’t have written a more perfect woman.”
My heart soars, just as his lips wrap around my nipple and suck it into his mouth. I gasp, arching my back and pushing into him. He takes everything I offer, sucking me down deeper.
The ache between my legs is building to the point of agony. My pussy is throbbing, needing him so badly.
His hand replaces his mouth when he sucks on my other nipple, finger swirling the saliva around the peaked spot still tingling from his assault. He sucks so hard, I wince, knowing a bruise will follow.
“You’re so receptive to me,” he groans. “To my every touch.”
I grit my teeth, hating that he’s right. “It’s called not getting laid in a year. I’d react this way with anyone.”
He drops to his knees again, holding my thighs apart with both hands and smirking up at me. Something about him on his knees before me makes my heart stop. “As I recall, Austin had you in a similar position, and you sent him out the door. You certainly didn’t moan his name.”
