Page 164 of Godless Saints

His thighs jerked hard against my shoulders. His ears went red. He made a broken, embarrassed sound in his throat, then slowly loosened under my grip.

“That’s it. Relax for me.”

Moon’s fingers tightened in my hair. A soft sound escaped him.

I spread his legs wider, added a second finger, and curled them. His hips jerked. One hand fisted the sheets.

“Just fuck me already,” he gritted out.

“Mmm, no.” I curled my fingers. “You close, baby? Gonna come just from my fingers in your ass?” I licked his balls, dragged my tongue up his cock. “Let me feel you fall apart. This hole gripping me like it never wants me to leave.”

Moon moaned, broken. “Fuck, Cillian—”

I took him in my mouth, sucking deep while my fingers worked. He came hard, thighs shaking around my head, a wrecked sound tearing out.

I pulled off slowly, grabbed the lube, and slicked my cock. Moon lay there panting, flushed. I pushed his legs up and back, folding him open. Our eyes locked.

I pressed in slow. The tight ring resisted, then gave. His eyes fluttered shut.

“Fuck,” he exhaled. His fingers dug into my arms as he forced his body to relax around me. “I don’t want gentle. I want you, the dangerous one I’m marrying. Show me you own me.”

I drove in hard. Moon yelped, body jolting, clenching tight around me. “Does it hurt?” I growled, already pulling back and slamming in again. Moon whimpered, the sound melting into a moan. “Keep going—”

“You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” I pinned his wrists above his head. “When I take control of this body.”

My hips snapped harder. Mine. Finally fucking mine. No legacy could take him. No one could touch what I’d bled for.

I released his wrists. One hand wrapped around his throat and jaw, fingers pressing just enough to feel his pulse hammer. The other braced beside his head. “Look at me while I fuck you. I killed for you, a chroí. I’ll kill again.”

I grabbed the headboard with one hand, using it for leverage, and drove into him harder, deeper, the bed slamming against the wall with every thrust. His legs wrapped tight around my waist, heels digging into my back.

He yanked me down by the neck, mouths crashing together. The kiss was messy, teeth and tongues, his moans vibrating straight into my throat. It drove me fucking insane. I fucked him through it, hips snapping, until I buried myself deep and came hard, filling him while we were still tangled in the kiss.

We kept making out, slow and lazy now, bodies locked together. Then Moon pushed at my chest, legs loosening. “Oh god, I need to breathe.”

I pressed my forehead to his. He held my stare, our breaths mingling. “Are you ashamed of what we just did?”

Moon shook his head, eyes soft but certain. “No.”

I kissed him again. “Good. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I pulled him tight against me, arms locked around his back, and we stayed tangled like that for a long minute, hearts still racing. Only then did I ease out of him, watching my come leak down his thigh.

“Fuck, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” I murmured.

Moon flushed darker, turning his face into the pillow.

I grinned, climbing off the bed. “You look good blushing too.”

He grabbed a pillow and hurled it at me. It missed by a mile. I laughed all the way to the bathroom.

When I came back out, Moon was on his stomach, hugging the pillow, eyes closed.

I crawled onto the bed and dropped beside him, running a hand down his spine. “Come on. Let’s clean up, then hit the beach. Bring some alcohol, a blanket. Just like Saint Lucia.”

Moon cracked one eye open. “Mmm… We might see more constellations tonight.”

I laughed. “Yeah. I’m not sure about the shopping cart, though. That one’s only spotted in Saint Lucia.”