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This is too much. I need a minute.
“I understand if you want nothing to do with me. I never should have agreed. I was just so desperate to get Zoey home, and I was running out of options. I should have told your husband and Popov to both go to hell. I should have taken Zoey home years ago,” he says, his words heavy with regret.
The mention of Drew has my finger suddenly feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds. Peering down at my ring, it cements my stupidity for wearing it for as long as I have. Without thought, I brush past Saint and make my way toward the water. There is something I have to do.
When I enter the water, the coolness sends a shiver down my spine. Something about the water is cathartic. I suppose it’s because it’s our life source. It has the ability to baptize and cleanse, which is why I remove the ring from my finger and hurl it along with my regrets into the ocean.
The moment it leaves my hand, tears stream down my cheeks. There are so many players in this equation, all of which have played a part in my future. I don’t know what comes next. Everything has changed.
If Saint lets me go, it will ensure his death, as well as Zoey’s. But if he sticks to the plan, then it will ensure mine. This was never clear cut, but now, everything is a fucking mess.
Saint stands beside me, allowing me the space I need. But I don’t want space. I want to forget. With a hesitant touch, I reach for his hand and am surprised when he links his fingers through mine. We don’t speak. We stand in waist-deep water, peering up into the star-filled sky, wondering what tomorrow holds.
“I’m sorry, ah???.”
I now understand why he calls me angel. I was supposed to save him. An angel and her bad Saint.
“Make me forget,” I whisper, turning toward him, not masking my tears.
His brow scrunches in uncertainty, but I clear up any confusion when I close the distance between us and press my lips to his.
He freezes as he still isn’t comfortable with me touching him, but after a few seconds, he grows lax and allows me control.
The gesture unleashes everything bottled up within me, and I coax his mouth open with my tongue. He groans low and surrenders. We slam our bodies together, frantically pawing at each other. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
We kiss like starved fiends, the passion between us setting every part of my body alight. I yank at his hair, and he bites my lip. Our tongues clash together, forgetting everything but this electric potency between us.
I want him all over me, and when I feel his delicious erection pressed against me, I know he wants that too. Tearing my mouth away, I kiss my way down his throat, inhaling deeply because he smells so good. His racing pulse hammers beneath me, and without thought, I bite down and suck—hard.
A raucous moan leaves him as he tilts his head backward, allowing me free rein. I lick and bite, latching onto him and feasting on his flesh. All bashfulness is gone when I rock against his hard-on, hinting at what I want. What I need.
He reads my body perfectly and walks us back toward the shore with me kissing and devouring him whole. He lowers us to the sand, our lips never missing a beat. Still kissing frantically, he thrusts his hand into my shorts and sinks a finger into my sex.
I gasp, breaking our kiss as I need to breathe before I pass out.
He finds me wet, and that has nothing to do with the water. “Oh, fuck,” he hums, licking his bottom lip, his eyes slipping to half-mast. I shamefully arch into him, deepening the angle. We both hiss at the profound intrusion.
Everything is happening so fast, but I don’t fight it. He works my body into a frenzy until I’m panting, clawing at his slick shoulders, begging to come. He’s all over me, his lips, hands, his bare chest pressed to mine. But I suddenly want more.
I’ve never felt such a strong desire before, and the need for him to be my first collides into me. But I don’t know how to ask, so I decide to let my actions speak for me.
With his fingers buried deep within me and our lips locked urgently, I timidly brush over the bulge in the front of his shorts. When I feel how hard he is, my sex pulses. I am so turned on. I unsnap his button, and with fumbling fingers, I slip my hand into his shorts.
He isn’t wearing any underwear, so I touch his hot, hard length instantly. He rips his lips away, pressing his forehead to my shoulder as he hums low. I’m all thumbs because I’ve never touched someone of his size before. I take my time feeling him because each stroke has us both moaning fervidly.
“Show me what to do?” I whisper, embarrassed.
“What you’re doing right now feels incredible,” he encourages, pumping into my grip.
He circles my clit. I mimic the action and trace around his thick tip. If possible, he grows bigger in my hand.
“I need you naked.” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply because he’s yanking off my shorts and tank. My bra soon follows.
He caresses my breasts before lowering his head and suckling them with his lips and tongue. I am a soft mess, but a tight coil unravels inside. He circles my nipples, sucking them, before biting them softly. He sinks two fingers back inside me, all the while lapping at my breasts. I think I’m about to die.
“More,” I pant, yanking his hair, my body undulating with his touch.
He attempts to slide down, but I clutch his cheeks, dragging his face to mine. His uncertainty isn’t a sight I see too often, so it makes what I’m about to ask a little easier. “No, I want you…inside me.”
