Page 51 of Cuddly Demon

"That's for turning me on," I whisper, my lips brushing against his.

Saint pulls me closer. "You enjoyed it."

"Maybe a little," I admit with a smirk.

Saint flips onto my chest. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he straddles me. "You know what they say—once you go on a slide with your boy, you never go back."

He leans down and kisses me deeply.

Our mouths taste like chlorine and candy apples, and I never want it to end.

"Let's have a little fun before bed," Saint whispers against my lips. He moves his hands along my body, exploring every inch of my skin with his fingertips. His touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure through me with each caress.

I moan softly as he pulls out my big cock. My erect blue member throbs in his grip, and I suck his lower lip, encouraging him to keep going.

Saint skillfully stimulates my shaft with his fingers, stroking it with a gentle rhythm. His touch is delicate and precise, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

He teases the head of my penis, lightly flicking his tongue over it before taking it into his mouth.

I gasp as he sucks on me, my hips bucking against the mattress as I grip the sheets tightly in my fists, feeling like I'm about to lose control.

Saint's tongue moves faster and faster, and it's not long before I'm screaming as he coaxes out every last drop of pleasure from me, leaving me panting beneath him.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of blissful pleasure, I collapse on the mattress.

Jesus. Christ.

I come undone so quickly around Saint.

"That was amazing." I'm unable to find words to describe what just happened between us.

Saint kisses me tenderly on the lips, before rolling off of me and snuggling into my side. "Anytime you need some special attention, I'm here. No more headache?"

"No more headache," I echo, my heart a bastion of warm fuzzies.

TWENTY-ONE

SAINT

I walk into our bedroom, setting down my book and stopping before I hit the light switch.

I pause, unable to believe my eyes.

Onyx filled the bedroom with flickering candles, the gentle glow reflecting off the walls. The air blooms with the sweet scent of roses, so overwhelming that I feel like I'm walking through a garden.

Our king-sized bed is adorned with rose petals, giving off a romantic feel. Every candle in the room elevates the entire atmosphere, creating unparalleled intimacy.

The shadows dancing on the walls from the flickering flames are mesmerizing, instantly soothing my nerves that are frayed from a long day of studying.

"Onyx?"

Two muscular arms wrap around me from behind. "I've been waiting for you. There you are. I've been pacing back and forth, losing my mind. I thought you got hit by a damn bus—ha. Never in my life have I been so fucking lucky to be wrong. I want you, every fiber of my being calls out for you. Screams your name in my dreams. Our souls are connected, interwoven as one. You're the fire to my ice. The golden thread that keeps my limbs connected to my body. Without you, I don't know what I'd do."

I moan, surrendering to the sensation of his lips on my neck. His raspy breath is hot on my skin, sending a chill down my spine.

His hands travel up and down my chest, and my body responds to his touch. I cant my hips back, rubbing my ass on his waist, feeling his enormous length.

I turn around in his embrace, my hands working their way up and down his body as I look into his eyes. He gazes back at me with such longing and passion that I can't resist him.