Sainted by Slade Heather

Author:Slade, Heather
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sparrow Publishing
Published: 2021-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

17

Harper

There were a lot of reasons I was glad, grateful, relieved—hard to know which word fit best—that Dave had jilted me at the altar. None more than the fact I was still a virgin.

The one good thing I could say about the man I’d been supposed to marry, but didn’t, was that he wanted to wait to have sex more than I did. Maybe it was his conscience that had stopped him each time I told him I was ready. Maybe not. Either way, we hadn’t done it. We’d only kissed.

I liked what Saint had said when I told him he was a good kisser—no kiss of another would ever be the same as what we’d shared. It was one of the reasons I wanted him to be the first—pray, the only—man I made love with. Maybe he wouldn’t consider it significant, but I would. No matter what happened between us in the future, I knew in my heart I’d never regret Saint being my first.

We stopped several times on the short walk to the cottage. Each kiss we shared was more passionate and unhurried than the one before it.

Once back inside, Saint stacked wood and lit the big fireplace in the living room. He took a blanket from the back of the sofa and spread it out on the floor, then tossed a few pillows on top of it. He held out his hand and pulled me into his arms.

A thousand butterflies fluttered in my stomach as he lowered me onto my back. “We’re going to take this slow, Harper. There is no need for us to rush.”

Whatever words I might have answered with were stuck in my throat as he trailed his fingers down the side of my face to my neck, where he’d moved my collar out of his way.

“I’m going to undress you now, my darling. Can you keep still while I do?”

I nodded. It was literally all I was capable of doing while he painstakingly unfastened the buttons of my blouse.

“We have all the time in the world,” Saint murmured when I moaned.

I arched my back, wishing that instead of running his fingers down my sternum, he would touch my breasts that swelled to the point where my bra was snug.

“I told you to be still.”

Before I could respond, Saint pulled the cup out of his way and gently bit the nipple of my right breast. I gasped in shock.

“Shh, now.” He soothed the sting with his tongue. “Will you do as I say, or do you want to face more punishment, my darling?”

“I’ll do as you say,” I cried out when his hand cupped my pussy like it had the first time he brought me to an orgasm. “Anything you say.”

“That’s my good girl. Now where was I?” He made his way back up to my neck, nibbling on the taut muscles.

I nearly wept when his hand snaked around my back and he released the clasp of my bra. Once they were free of their confines, Saint lavished each of my heaving breasts with his tongue, lips, and fingers.

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