No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“Tell me I can.” He asks, “I need to hear your yes.”

He tilts his face up to mine, his hazel eyes alive with fire and smoke and mouth covered in me, “You taste exactly as I imagined,” His voice is thick, the accent more pronounced and rough. “Like what?” I breathe, steadying myself. “Il mia,” He kisses the inside of my thigh, “Like you’re mine.”

My city was falling apart. My men dying. A traitor within my walls, but right now, nothing fucking mattered. Not the blood or the death, not the threats or the war. Just this. Just her.

Naked. I needed her completely bare. I wanted to see all of her.

There was light coming in from the wall of windows to the left of the bed, shining a silver glow across the sheets but it was never going to be bright enough for me to see all of her.

“You fought for so long, leonessa,” I dip and take the same nipple between my teeth, “but you’re mine now.”

“Shit, you’re huge.” “You’ll take me, leonessa,” I lick her chest, “You can take it.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, unable to let go of her keeping secrets. “Once I have you, I’m not giving you back. Once will not be enough. I will fuck you and I will claim you and you will be mine, si?”

“I’m not letting you go,” I remind her. “You’re mine.” “Okay,” she breathes, “I’m yours. Your wife.” “Cazzo,” I groan. Fuck. My Wife. “Moglie mia.”

Fuck I wanted her. I wanted to consume her.

“You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you?” I whisper on her lips, “You’re so fucking wet, Amelia, but you can’t deny me anymore. You are made for me.” “Please,” she begs. “Mm,” I pump into her harder, “Hearing you beg for me, wife, it’s the sweetest music.”

Pausing, I drop down until my mouth is at her ear, “marito, husband, Gabriel, call me as it is Amelia. It’s me here, not God. Your husband.”

“Fuck, Gabriel, yes!” “That’s it, leonessa, scream for me.”

“Come on my cock, Amelia. Let me feel that tight pussy coming for me.”

“I’m not done with you, wife,” I whisper my promise against her hair, “Not by a long shot.”

“You have nothing to be ashamed of in front of me, Amelia,” I run my thumb on her lip, “You’re beautiful.”

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.

I craved attention. I was starved for it. I’d grown having none and now I had it, I wanted more of it. More of him.

I didn’t need the people close to me hurting me. I’ve done this before, I trusted people before and it left me scarred, used and broken. I wouldn’t end up back in that place again.

Gabriel Saint would be my undoing. My absolute ruin. The problem was, there wasn’t much of me left to break so when that happens and I shatter into nothing more than shards of a person, there wouldn’t be anything left to put back together.

Since that day, since those words, she had been nothing but courteous. There was no vitriol or arguments. No hostility. Just this quiet calm. It was like she wasn’t even present.

“Amelia, what can I do?” At this point, I was willing to get on my knees.

I grab her wrist when she rises, “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to fix it, but I want you. Cazzo, Amelia, I want you. And I can’t forget that night.”

She pulls her arm from my grip gently, “I don’t hate you, Gabriel. I know I said it, but I don’t. I’m not sure I could anymore but what happened, it won’t happen again.” “I hurt you.” She nods, “I’ll admit that.” “They were just words, Amelia.” She smiles softly, a real smile but not one that spoke of happiness, “Words are sharper than knives.”

She shuts down. Emotionally. Physically. It’s like something within her has been hardwired into removing herself from a situation to stop herself from being hurt. And I didn’t blame her. I hurt her. I hurt my wife. I fucked up.

But she hadn’t forgiven me yet. She would. Soon. She would.

“She’s my wife!” Gabriel growls fiercely.

“Mondo mia,” I whisper, “Amelia.” Her chest doesn’t move, there’s no life. “Come on, baby,” I plead, starting CPR, “Come on.” Her small body seems too fragile to take the powerful thrusts against her chest and I know I’m going to break something, but I can’t lose her. “You can’t leave me yet, please.” I beg.

“No, Amelia,” I snap, “Stay the fuck awake. Stay awake for Lincoln.” A tear rolls down her cheek. “Stay awake for me.” Her small hand tightens a little around mine and I glance over, finding her eyes, drooping and tired, looking at me. “I’ve got you.” I tell her, “I will always have you.”

“You don’t get to fucking leave me,” I growl to her, gently removing her from the car to place her in my arms, “I only just found you, leonessa,” My mouth drops to her hair, “Please, I only just found you.” She doesn’t respond, not that I expect her to and rush into the emergency room, “Help me!” I roar, “Someone help me!”

“Never again, Devon.” I curl my hand around Amelia’s much smaller one, covering it fully, “And when I find out who did this to her, to her son, I will tear out their heart.”

He stiffens but looks back to his brother, “My men. My city. MY FUCKING WIFE.”

“You can fight me later,” Gabriel lifts my hand, running his thumb over the small bruise on top where they’d hooked the lines. And then he shocks me by bringing the injury to his lips, kissing it gently. “I was scared.”

“I thought I lost you before I even had you, Amelia.” “I’m okay.” He sighs heavily, “I’m sorry.”

“I want you, Amelia. I want you. I’ve had you once and it wasn’t enough. I need more of you. And then I found you in the pool, and you were bleeding…” “You’ve seen people hurt, Gabriel, I was fine.” “I’ve seen a lot of shit, Amelia. I never want to see you hurt again.”

“Are you smelling me?” I whisper. “As intoxicating as any drug, mondo mia, but twice as addictive. There is not a part of you I do not crave.”

“I want to see you, Amelia, all of you.”

“You’re fucking mine,” I growl into her mouth, “Mine.”

I needed to be inside her. Now.

“Dio.” I rasp out, “dio you feel so fucking good, leonessa. So fucking good.”

“Gabriel!” She cries. “That’s it, call my fucking name,” I praise, pulling out and slamming back in.

God I’d only had her for one night before, but I’ve missed i...

“You were made for me, mondo mia, every atom of you is mine.”

“It’s too much,” She whispers, panting against me. “It’s not enough.” “I can’t,” she pants. “You can, baby. You can. Feel me. Feel this.” I kiss her, “Feel what I do and what you do to me.” I jolt forward, “You make me crazy, Amelia. I need you.”

“What a greedy, dirty girl you are,” Gabriel flashes his eyes to me, his mouth slick with my arousal as it hovers over me. His finger is still buried in my pussy, just one and he holds it still. “Say please.” He blows a breath over my sensitive clit. “Please,” I manage to gasp out. “Good girl,” he praises,

“You’re going to sit on my face, leonessa,” He orders, “You’re going to take what you want.” My eyes go wide, “I can’t do that, you’ll suffocate!” He chuckles, “I don’t need fucking air when I have your delicious cunt in my mouth.” Jesus Christ, his dirty mouth would be the death of me.

“Sit,” he demands, “I said sit on my fucking face, not hover,” his voice is muffled as his hands snake around to the tops of my thighs and he forcefully makes me sit.

He gives one final lick before he gently pushes me from him, his mouth covered. “Breakfast of champions,” he grins.

“I need more of that,” He stares at me. “Your laugh.”

“Listen to me, Amelia,” his voice is at my ear, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” “It hurts.” I whimper. “I know baby, but nothing can hurt you anymore. Ever again. I’ve got you.” The weight lifts from my chest and I suck in air, dragging it down into my lungs. “That’s it, breathe for me. Breathe, I’ve got you. You’re safe.”