Page 163 of Godless Saints

I stayed rooted, cock throbbing. A low laugh scraped out. “That dildo better not be bigger than me.”

“Relax.” He sounded almost smug. “You'll like this a lot more.”

He returned with one hand behind his back. I leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Well. You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

“Close your eyes.”

I did. The counter creaked as he hopped back up. “Okay. Look.”

I opened them. Moon sat there, legs parted, holding out an open box. Inside: a sleek platinum band.

“I hope you like it,” he said, cheeks flushed.

“May I?”

He nodded fast. “It’s for you.”

I lifted the ring. Inside, clean engraving: 내 사람.

His lashes lowered. “It means my person. Maybe not as romantic as yours, but… you’re my person.” His voice dipped defensive, almost cute at the end.

I kissed him hard. Then softer on the cheek, down his neck. He yanked me in, arms locking tight around my neck, bodies slammed together on the counter edge.

“Can I put it on?” he breathed against my shoulder.

I handed it back. He slid the band onto my finger.

“There.” He grinned, unable to hide it. “You're officially mine.”

He looked at the ring, then at me.

I grabbed his face and crushed our mouths together. Tongues sliding. Teeth nipping. His legs wrapped around me, heels digging hard.

I slid my hands under his ass and lifted him off the counter. Moon clung tighter, legs locked, mouth never leaving mine. We slammed into the wall. I carried him up the stairs, his fingers yanking my hair, hips grinding the whole way.

We hit the bedroom. I dropped onto the bed with him still wrapped around me. Unable to stop touching each other.

“I want to take my time with you.”

Moon nodded fast, lips swollen. “Okay.”

Everything I’d done had led here. For the right to have him like this. And he gave me a ring. My person. I was his. Through and through.

I kissed down his throat. Bit one nipple until he arched. My hands gripped his thighs, spreading them as I kissed lower, stomach, hip bones, inner thighs. He twisted under me, nails digging into my shoulders. I held him there. Every mark meant he was safe. He was mine.

We stripped fast. Pants and underwear kicked aside. I pushed Moon onto his back and settled between his spread legs, face inches from his cock and hole.

His thighs twitched. He tried to close them.

“Baby,” I murmured. “I’ve seen all of you. This hole is mine.”

I slicked my fingers and pushed one inside. He tensed.

“Why are you tense?”

Moon stayed quiet, breath shaky. “Habit. My body’s still waiting for the punishment that used to come after wanting this.”

I licked a slow stripe up his inner thigh, tasting salt and him. “Not this time. Not while I'm breathing.”