Page 54 of Broken Saint

“So fucking beautiful,” I breathe, before I kiss up her body.

I make a point of pressing my lips to each of her scars. Some are barely visible, others redder, angrier. But none of them distract from her beauty.

“Colton,” she whispers, her eyes full of unshed tears as she watches me.

Moving from the last mark on her thigh, I lick up the slim scar on her stomach before kissing over her breast, nipping her collarbone and finally finding her lips.

As I stare down at her, one of her tears slips free.

Lifting my hand, I steal the small drop of water and lift it to my lips.

“None of that, Bombshell,” I say quietly but firmly. “This is about pleasure, about you feeling good.”

A smile twitches at her lips.

“It is. I am,” she confirms.

“Good. Now let’s continue.” I steal her lips in a filthy kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue as I get settled between her thighs.

My cock aches and bobs between my thighs, desperate to reconnect with her mind-blowing pussy.

Shifting forward, I torture both of us by teasing the head of my dick through her slick folds.

But I don’t allow either of us to have any more. Instead, I just keep kissing her, letting my hands roam over her body, loving the way she moans and gasps as I worship her.

Fuck letting her think she’s any less than she used to be.

She’s more. So much fucking more.

“Colt, please,” she whimpers when I finally release her lips and kiss down her throat. Her pulse thunders beneath my lips and I smile.

“Patience, Bombshell. You know it’ll be worth it,” I growl in her ear, making her entire body shudder with need.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reach for my nightstand and pull the top drawer open. Blindly reaching in, I find a condom and sit back on my haunches.

Ella’s eyes are wide and hungry as she watches me rip the packet open with my teeth.

My skin tingles as her gaze drops, locking on my dick.

“Missed him?” I ask cockily.

She laughs and shakes her head.

“Get on with it before I go and find someone else who can finish the job, Playboy,” she teases.

My lips curl, and my heart flutters as my sassy Ella emerges before my eyes.

Fuck, I love that girl.

“You know I always finish the job, Bombshell. Multiple times over.”

Pulling the rubber free, I quickly roll it down my shaft, her eyes following my every move.

“Fuck, I missed you,” I groan, falling over her and planting one hand next to her head as I push just the tip inside her.

Her lips form an O as I begin to stretch her open.

“Colton.” My name is barely a whisper, and fuck if the sound of it doesn’t hit me like a fucking linebacker going full throttle.