“You still love m-me?” My tremble reveals my inner turmoil.
Saint fixes his penetrating stare onto me, setting me on fire. “Always, ангел. And I’ll never stop. I will love you with my last intake of breath, and when my heart stops beating, know that it only beat for you.”
I allow him to touch me and refamiliarize himself with me. He traces over my lips, and they part as a gasp escapes me. He works the tip of his finger into my mouth, hissing when he feels the wetness along my inner bottom lip.
He slowly removes his finger, and before I have a chance to miss his touch, he slips it into his mouth, his eyes flickering when sampling my taste. The sight leaves me a quivering mess.
“I don’t understand. Why did you push me away?”
Once Saint is done, he removes his finger. I am frightened he
