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One of my mates.
The imaginative thought of being in his secure, muscled arms that held me tightly in our cramped space made me want to fulfill such a fantasy. I’d only now realized how small the bed seemed to be. It was like it couldn’t handle the both of us as our bodies were mere centimeters from the metal sidebars, but it wasn’t going to stop me from trying to maneuver myself to face Saint.
Well, maybe.
Mid-turn I realized I was hooked up to something - an IV or maybe a machine - but Saint must have been thinking the same thing or was attuned with my thoughts because he stopped my attempt and changed position entirely. My back was now pressed against the sheets beneath me, while he hovered above me.
Fuck…
My weak eyes locked onto his hooded ones, and I took in the true beauty of those mesmerizing blue eyes that normally held a glimmer of innocence in them. That was the typical look Saint projected: the good boy with his perfect looks and his “clean” history.
But we all knew better, and I was getting to see what most of the public didn’t.
The seductive master, hidden behind that perfect ego. The man who surely knew how to please any woman -or man.His delicate spheres of blue were staring down at me with a hooded hunger.
The sexual tension that sparked just from one look had us closing the distance and kissing as if our bodies depended on it.
Deep down, I would have normally been cautious or taken things slow because Saint and I hadn’t really established a pace. We had talked about it, and I knew we wanted to go on another party date that was just us, but our actions in the realms of sex and all things revolving around it were rather chaotic in nature.
There was something about Saint that reminded me of a hunter in the woods, waiting to prowl towards his prey. But in comparison to a normal routine of executing his moves, it was all over the place. One day he just teased, the next, we were on the verge of sayingfuck itand committing the deed.
This new bond, though, shifted the pace and further accelerated things, which frankly, I didn’t have a single complaint about. Was it tricky to figure out? Yes. However, deep down, I enjoyed this unpredictability in our blossoming relationship.
I guess that’s what’s happening here. Our relationship - the connection between us - is expanding deeper than I anticipated.
Why wouldn’t it after everything we’d gone through?
I should have been thankful Onyx wasn’t jumping into the room and interrupting this fine moment. That thought encouraged me to really delve into this wonderful experience and get lost in its warmth.
This IV would get annoying if we were going to commit the deed here and now, but it wasn’t going to stop me from gathering enough strength to wrap my arms around his neck. The move really changed our kisses - the pace and deep press of our lips now shifting to a frantic need to appease our growing desires.
It was such a simple movement, but it seemed to mean so much more. It was an action that secured Saint like he was my new prized possession, and frankly, he was to me.
One of my Endangered.
“Saint?” I breathed between kisses, and he groaned and kissed me long and hard. I knew he didn’t want to stop, and neither did I if I truly had my way. My mind was on a rollercoaster of emotions that were solely focused on my Saint, but my body was clearly left behind at the end of the line of the ride because her sluggish self was forcing me to pause this frenzy of desire so I wouldn’t pass right out.
Or vomit in his mouth. That would be utterly disgusting…or traumatizing.
"Breathe, Willow,” Saint encouraged. Did he know how fast the world was spinning right now? It was as though we’d gotten on one of those amusement park rides that spun us around and around with only a seatbelt to save us from being flung into orbit.
It probably didn’t matter, but I decided it was a good idea to follow his words and breathe.
C’mon,Willow. You know how to use those damn lungs of yours.
My eyes widened at Saint’s sudden movement. His body lowered to lightly lay upon me while his forehead pressed against mine. The gesture froze me, not out of fear, but due to multiple sensations.
A prickling heat that moved from my head down my body, the press of his hardness against my aching lower reign, a wave of clarity that rushed to my internal aid, and the deceleration of my spinning world until I wasn’t dizzy anymore.
The wave of nausea associated with the dizziness also corrected itself, leaving me in a calm enough state to relax once more while my eyes came to a brief close. There was something about pressing your forehead against another pack member that helped make everything more endurable.
Whether it was the brief pressure of our connection on the physical and mental level or the simple moment of contact that reminded me that I wasn’t alone in this slightly frightening moment, the action accomplished its purpose and more.
All thanks to my lovely Saint.
When I opened my eyes once more, he pulled back to meet my gaze with a sweet smile.
“Better?”
