No Saint

by Ria Wilde

“Who?” I swallow. “Who did this to you?” He asks. I don’t move and then realize why he could now see the scars. The marks that litter my skin across my back and arms and stomach. “Amelia?” He growls out, “Who the fuck hurt you?”

“I’m going to kill him.” He states, in a tone so calm you can’t miss the promise of violence coating his words.

“No one will ever hurt you again, you hear me? I will never let anyone hurt you. I will never hurt you.” “I know.” “I’ll kill anyone who dares.”

“Don’t hide from me, leonessa, do not hide.”

I didn’t look at myself often, I didn’t like what I saw but Gabriel, he looks at me as if he’ll drop to his knees and worship me right here. “Sei Bellissima,” he murmurs, “You are beautiful.”

“Don’t you ever fucking say her name again!” Still whining I drag him up and make him sit, keeping the gun at his head, “You don’t ever say my wife’s name again.”

She was naked. Willingly. With the lights on. This woman’s bravery astounded me. Brought me to my knees.

“I’m going to touch you, Amelia.” I nod my consent. His eyes drop as he takes a step back, lips parting. “You are so beautiful,” he rasps.

he looks at me as if I were a goddess given just to him.

“Brave,” He whispers, the shower water running rivers over his skin, water droplets catching in his long dark lashes and at the edges of his mouth, “You amaze me, leonessa.”

He crouches, leaning forward as he presses kisses to a scar on the left side of my ribs and then another in the middle. He kisses every scar he finds before his mouth lands at the apex of my thighs.

“Look at you, mondo mia,” he praises, “Being such a good girl for me.” “Wh – what does that mean?” I manage to stutter out. “Mondo mia?” he says, pressing a kiss to my spine, “It means ‘my world’.” Tears sting my eyes at the translation. “You are safe with me.” “I know, Gabriel,” I admit. “I’ve always known.” He bends himself over my spine, his hardness pressing against me, “It warms my heart to hear that.”

“You were made for me,” He grits out breathlessly, “Look at how well we fit.” “Gabriel,” I chant his name. “That’s my name on your lips, leonessa, mine. You are mine.”

“God damn,” he groans, “So tight. So perfect.”

“For you, Amelia,” he whispers, “I will do it all for you.”

“No man will ever touch you again.” “I believe you.” His hand cups my face, “You are safe with me.” He repeats the words he spoke this morning.

“Brava ragazza,” He says with a smile, “Good girl.”

He turns his face, pressing his lips to my temple, “You know,” he murmurs, “You blush so pretty when I call you a good girl. My wife likes a little bit of praise huh?”

“You’re being such a good girl,” I praise, “So brave. Moglie mia, you can take anything.”

“You feel so good, amore mia,”

“Mine,” I growl, “You are mine.”

“God damn,” I groan out, “You fucking can, and you fucking will. You’ll give me another like the good girl I know you are.”

She was so perfect. So fucking right. It physically hurt something deep inside my chest to wonder what my dark life would be like without her in it. Mondo mia. My world. Moglie mia. My Wife. Amore mia. My Love.

She was a beautiful woman, one far too good for me.

She was so stunning my feet froze on the threshold, staring at the reflection in the mirror that stared back at me. “You look incredible, mondo mia,” I manage to rasp out.

“I want to feel beautiful,” She tells me, dipping her eyes, “But I don’t think I feel it.” I soften, unable to help that second nature when it came to her. “Amore mia, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you understand. No one could ever compare.”

“Your scars make you the leonessa you are. They make you a warrior, a fighter, do not ever doubt your strength.”

“As much as I prefer my hand as your necklace, Amelia, I knew it couldn’t be there forever so this was the next best accessory for the woman who held my whole heart.”

“For you, amore mia.” “You didn’t have to,” she says, “And that’s why I did, Amelia, because you deserve it when you don’t believe you do.” “This is too much,” she breathes. “With you, too much is not enough.”

She was a walking dream.

“You will stay safe for me, Amelia,” I tell her, “You will come home to me.” “Yes.” “Always?” “Always,” she promises.

but with the way Gabriel looked at me, I couldn’t help but feel as if the world was at my feet.

“Yes sir,” I joke, accepting my wine and grinning around the rim as he grumbles in my ear. “My pretty wife,” he growls. “You won’t be joking later when I have you screaming on my cock.”

“God damn, I’m going to come,” I growl, “You’re going to fucking swallow it, Amelia. All of it.”

“My dirty little wife,” I praise, using my thumb to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, “I’m taking you home now where no one can hear you scream. Tonight, you’re going to be my fucking whore.”

“That’s it,” he praises, “Such a dirty fucking girl.” “Fuck,” I groan. “Look at how good this pussy takes it,” he rasps, “You take everything I give you so well Amelia.”

“You are so beautiful like this,” He whispers, “Needy and open for me. Completely mine.”

“That’s it, baby,” he rasps breathlessly, “You feel so good.”

“I can’t,” I cry, fingers clawing at the sheets. “You can, mondo mia,” He says.

“That’s it.” He praises. “Oh god,” I gasp into the pillow. “You’re doing so good. Keep holding. I can feel how tightly you are baby, your pussy feels like heaven.”

“Gabriel?” I mumble. “Yes, mondo mia.” “I love you.” Something rumbles inside his chest as his arms tighten, “And you own my heart, amore mia, I am in love with you.”

You’re busy, I type back. I’m never too busy for you, Amelia.

But Amelia was here. My wife was here. And I’d blindly throw myself through the flames for her.

“I’ll always come for you.” “We’re going to die, Gabriel,” she cries softly, “We’re both going to die.” “No, amore mia,” I vow, “No we are not. I’ve got you, Amelia.”

“I love you, dio, I’d burn the fucking world for you!”