Page 22 of The Saint

And I was giving one to him, too.

“You okay?” he asked when he was nestled deep inside of me. And I was. I was okay. I was so full, so full of all the emotions and words that couldn’t cross my tongue.

But Rolly, he knew me. He could see my every last thought just by looking in my eyes.

He kissed me then, helping to relax me, to calm the anxiety that swirled so deep in my soul. And as if he knew I was ready, he slowly pulled out.

There was pain there, too. That ache that gradually gave way to wave after wave of emotion. As my body became used to the slow slide of him between my legs. I wrapped myself around him, letting him fill me while he held me close. Letting him kiss away all the fears I’d ever had, leaving behind only the feeling that this was right.

Him and me.

This was all I would ever need.

My stomach tightened, and Rolly’s hand roamed down my side. My spine tingled, and that hand slipped into the small space between where our bodies met.

And that boy, the one with the heart so big it could hold my own, with the fingers so magical they could create worlds from thin air…

That boy, he touched me, and my world would never be the same.

“Rolly!” I mumbled as I pressed my face into the crook of his neck. Because he’d pushed some magic button, and my body shivered and shook harder than it ever had before. Behind clenched eyes, bright lights danced, and the world dipped and spun, waves crashing down on every side until I knew nothing but him.

Rolly.

My one and only.

“I’ve got you,” Rolly whispered to me, as if the thundering of my heart could be heard by his ears. As if the storm that raged inside of me was something he could save me from.

As if he hadn’t put it there all by himself.

“It’s okay, carina. I’ve got you,” he said, his body slipping against mine, our sweat feeding the blooming garden of vines that wove together our hearts. He whispered his assurance between us, kissing me so frantically it felt as if the world would end.

And that would be okay.

Because we were here, together.

No one could ever take this away.

“I’m going to come,” Rolly murmured, and I tightened my hold around him.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered back to him, because I couldn’t let him go.

Slick with sweat, he picked up his pace, pushing into me as if he was losing himself. And in that push, in that sweet slide of his dick between my legs, another wave crashed over me, pulling me down into a whirlpool where there was only him and me.

When he spilled himself inside of me, he was looking at me with those heavy-lidded eyes. Lips parted, breath heaving in his chest, he gave me a smile that turned my insides to mush.

“You’re perfect, Jael David.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “I love you so much.”

Before I could respond, before I could even blink, his lips were on mine, his mouth opening, tongue swirling against my own. I was lost. As lost in him as I was at a loss for words.

He kissed me until I could barely breathe, and the fullness of him seated inside of me began to recede. When he finally pulled away, pulled out of me, I felt more full than I’d ever felt empty.

“Stay here,” he told me, but I wouldn’t have been able to move if he wanted me to.

He loved me?

He’d said he did, but did he mean it? Or was it just something you say to the girl you give your virginity to? A way to make her feel like giving her virginity to you was the right thing to do?

With no response from me, Rolly rose to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down my body before he stood and left the room. When he returned, it was with a warm washcloth in his hands, those sleepy eyes and a crooked smile on his face.