Saint hums low as I continue kissing and suckling the column of his neck. I’m in control, which is a rare thing, and I’ve never felt more powerful than I do right now. He falls back onto the mattress, taking me with him. He lifts the hem of my dress, caressing my thighs as I devour him.
His scent punches me low, and I can’t help but rub myself over his hard-on. We both moan as this feeling is just too much. “I know you want me too.”
“Oh, f**k,” he growls, detouring to my ass and squeezing hard. “For once, I’m trying to do the right thing.”
“I don’t want you to,” I counter, biting over his racing pulse.
Each flick of my tongue shatters Saint’s resolve, and before long, he surrenders. He doesn’t fight me as I smash my lips to his and kiss him fiercely. Nor does he move a muscle when I un
