Page 92 of Seal My Fate

I gasp in thrilled surprise. “Saint…” My cheeks redden, and I glance around, but of course, the beach is empty, and the gauzy drapes of our cabana flutter around us, blocking his wicked touch from view.

“Is that a ‘Yes, Saint? More, Saint?’” he teases, curling his fingers deeper, and starting to pulse.

I moan in pleasure, sinking back into the pillows. His fingers feel incredible, palm applying the perfect pressure on my clit as he strokes and pulses, but soon, I’m hungry for more.

I reach for him, palming the hard length of his cock through his trunks and pumping in time with his strokes. He breathes faster, his movements turning more urgent as our eyes lock, his expression a mirror of my own fevered lust.

“More,” I moan, shoving his trunks down and parting my thighs wider. Inviting. “I need all of you.Now.”

“God, I love it when you beg for this dick,” Saint hisses a breath, his cock springing free. Straining. He pulls me on his lap, so I’m straddling him, and guides my hips as I sink down, taking every inch of him inside.

“Yes…” I throw my head back in pleasure, reveling in the deep, dragging friction, and the way his thick girth stretches me, filling me all the way up. Saint tears my bikini top aside, burying his face in my breasts and licking the sensitive swell of my chest, sucking at my nipples until I’m whimpering in bliss.

I rise up, then sink down again. deeper. Harder.Fuck. Another moan falls from my lips, and I gasp for air, riding him hard now. “I love it. God, you feel so perfect inside.”

“You’re the perfect one, baby,” Saint vows, gazing up at me with an expression of pure, reverent lust. “This sweet cunt drives me crazy. I can never get enough.”

“Prove it,” I smile, feeling the pleasure and power roll through me. “Show me how good it feels.”

In an instant, Saint rolls us, laying me out flat on my back, and thrusting so deep I howl with pleasure. “Yes!” My voice echoes, high with pleasure through the palms. “Oh God! Right there.Yes!”

He fucks into me again, gripping one knee and pressing it back against my body to angle even deeper. Even sweeter.Fuck. It’s a wild, relentless rhythm, and I rise to meet him, matching every stroke. We don’t need words, we never do when our bodies are in perfect conversation like this: gasping and groaning, lost in the delicious grind of friction, sweaty and rabid and raw. He fucks me into the pillows, wild and unleashed, and God, I love it.

I love him.

“I forgot to say, I ordered us some lunch,” Saint murmurs, as he pins my wrists above my head.

I blink up at him in confusion, my mind hazy and consumed with lust.

“It’s a three-course meal, they usually send a whole team to set up the table,” he adds, thrusting into me again, holding me down and grinding his cock high inside me so I can’t help but sob with pleasure. “They should be here any minute.” His smile spreads, knowing. Wicked. “In fact, they might already be out there, enjoying the show.”

Oh God.

My body floods with a rush of wild, thrilling shame at the thought of it. People, hearing us.Watching.

“Saint,” I gasp in protest, struggling against his grip. “We can’t—oh—”

My protest melts into another moan. My climax is already rising, wild and out of control, and it’s too late to hold back the tide of release, not with my body tight and pulsing, and Saint fucking into me, over and over, a relentless pace that blots everything from my mind but the thrill of discovery and the exquisite bliss of his cock filling me up—

I come with a wail, pleasure exploding so brightly, I swear I scream his name.

“Fuck, Tessa!” Saint pumps faster, groaning, until he explodes his own release in a deep shudder as I cling to him, gasping for air.

“You can’tdothat!” I cry, playfully smacking his arm when I finally come back down to earth again. I peer outside the cabana drapes, relieved to see that there’s still nobody around.

“What are they going to think of us?”

“That you’re a brilliant, incredible, kinky-as-fuck goddess?” Saint suggests, breathing hard. He gives me a sweaty kiss, then lolls back, smug and satisfied. “You loved it though, didn’t you?”

“That’s not the point!” I laugh, flushed and glowing.

“Your pleasure is always the point,” he vows, and my heart swells with love.

How did I get so lucky to find him?

“You look like you need to cool off, before I make you scream again,” Saint says, tracing my flushed skin.

“Good idea.” I scramble up. “First one in the water gets to pick dessert,” I challenge him with a flirty grin.