Page 101 of Broken Saint

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Page 101 of Broken Saint

My hand lifts from where I’m still holding her upper arm until I’m cupping her jaw.

I’m not sure she realizes it, but the second I take her face in my hand, she leans into it.

My heart pounds impossibly hard as I watch her soak up my strength.

“In a good way, though, right?” I ask, showing a little vulnerability of my own.

If she’s not on the same page as me with all this, then…

I shoot that thought down, unable to even consider it as an option.

She closes her eyes, her lips twitching as she prepares what she wants to say.

I swear I stop breathing as I wait.

Suddenly, she reveals her honey eyes to me and gives me words that make my knees weak and tilt my world on its axis. “In an overwhelmingly what-I’ve-always-wanted kind of way,” she blurts honestly. “All I’ve ever wanted was to sit opposite you like I was out there and have you looking at me like that.”

Brushing my thumb over her tempting bottom lip, I whisper, “Like what?”

She swallows nervously, the tendons in her neck rippling against my palm. “Like I’m the only woman in the world.”

Her eyes glitter with emotion as she whispers the words, and her chest tightens.

“To me, you are,” I confess before caving to my need for her and crashing my lips to hers.

There is no soft and gentle easing into it. The second we collide, it’s like an explosion of need and we pick up exactly where we left off outside Kane’s house.

The second her lips part, my tongue is pushing past them and seeking hers out.

Her hands slide down my back before grabbing my ass and dragging me closer, pinning her between me and the wall.

She’s so soft, so tiny, so perfect.

“Fuck, El,” I groan as her grip on my ass tightens.

Ripping my lips from hers, I kiss along her jaw until I move down her throat, pausing to feel her racing pulse against my lips.

“Colton,” she moans when I suck on her sweet skin, needing to leave a fresh mark on her. “Oh god.”

“You drive me fucking crazy, Bombshell. You always have,” I confess. “No one else has ever made me feel like this.”

“Same,” she gasps as I drag the thick strap of her dress over her shoulder and find her braless beneath.

The second I have her breast free, I suck her nipple into my mouth.

There’s a dull thud as her head hits the wall, but I don’t stop, because not a second later her back arches, offering her up to me.

“Yes,” she cries, her fingers twisted in my hair, holding me in place.

“Like I’d stop if you asked me to,” I mutter, exposing her other side and giving it the same treatment.

Her rosy pink nipples are hard and desperate; her breasts heavy with desire.

“I’m fucking this date thing up, huh?” I say, pinching her between my fingers, my eyes locked on hers as I stand to full height again.

“I don’t have any complaints right now,” she pants out.

I can’t help but chuckle as she tightens her grip on my hair and tries dragging me closer again.




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