Cruel Saints

The angel on my shoulder tells me to ask her if she’s ready.

The devil says fuck that shit, I’ve waited long enough.

I push the head of my cock inside her, and then I meet resistance from her tight inner walls. It rips a growl from me, and I thrust hard, forcing my way into her because God help me, I need to be buried deep inside her right now.

Elena lets out a soft cry, her features tightening.

“Amore mio,” I whisper, and I begin to press kisses to her face, trying to ease the discomfort I’ve caused her.

Her arms wrap tighter around my neck. “I’m okay.”

My eyes close from how fucking amazing it feels to be buried deep inside her, and I take a moment to memorize how perfectly she wraps around my cock.

Our eyes lock, and then I pull out. I watch closely for her reaction as I thrust back inside her warmth.

Elena’s lips part, and her pupils dilate.

I rub my pelvis against her clit, and when she makes a small sound of pleasure, I ask, “Enjoying the feel of my cock, amore mio?”

She nods, her lips curving up. “God, yes.”

I pull out again and thrust in harder, and when she gasps and her eyes drift closed, I demand, “Eyes on me while I’m fucking you.”

They open, looking like melted gold. Sinful and seductive.

I begin to move, and every time the head of my cock hits against her deepest depths, I go faster. Harder.

Elena’s tight walls and heat strip me of my control, and I begin to worship her with my mouth and hands. I rub my whole body against hers as I sink deep, wanting my scent on every inch of her. I want to brand her skin with the feel of mine so she’ll never forget this moment. She’ll never forget I’m her husband and the only man who gets to sink balls deep in her hot pussy.

I claim her the only way I know how. Hard. Fast. Desperate to dominate all of her.

I lay my sins at her feet. My vows at her heart. My love at her soul. I give her all of me.

My weakness and strength.

The good and evil.

The lover.

The killer.

And Elena takes all of me as her mouth devours mine. Her hips begin to move, meeting my thrusts.

A symphony of love builds around us. Elena’s moans. My harsh breaths. Our skin meeting. Her slick heat coating my cock.

“Christ,” the word bursts from me as pleasure begins to spiral down my spine. I push my hand between us and pinch Elena’s clit. “Come for me, amore mio.”

I angle my cock to hit a different spot and finding my wife’s G-spot, a grin spreads over my face when her lips form a silent cry of pleasure. Letting go of her clit, I grab hold of her thigh, pulling her leg up over my hip, and then I focus on assaulting her G-spot until Elena’s thrashing beneath me.

“Lucian,” she cries, and I crush my mouth to hers, wanting to taste her orgasm as it rips through her.

“Dio. Dio. Dio.” Her chants fall on my lips. She arches, her breasts rubbing against my chest, her nails digging into my skin, and then her body tightens. “Lucian,” she whimpers.

Her face fills with ecstasy, and then she comes hard on my cock, clamping around me, forcing me over the edge until I’m jerking inside her. My body shudders against hers, and a low growl is ripped from my chest.

With our eyes locked, we live only in this moment as we create mind-blowing pleasure together.

I lower my head and capture Elena’s lips. Bringing my arms up, I frame her face with my hands, all of my body pressing against hers as I slow my rhythm until I’m lazily plunging inside her.

Residual pleasure rocks through her, making her spasm around my cock.

When I finally still inside her, I nip at her lips one more time before I lift my head, and then we stare at each other.

Emotion fills Elena’s eyes until they sparkle.

“I love you so fucking much,” I say.

She lets out a sputter and then presses her face to my neck.

I gather her in my arms, my body enveloping hers, and I hold her as she sheds her past and finds the freedom she so desperately needed in the safety of my love.

“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice strained and small against my skin. “This is all I ever wanted. It’s overwhelming to know I’m finally loved. ”

I tighten my hold on her, pressing kisses to her hair, her ear, her neck. “Don’t be sorry, amore mio. Let me take all of your demons. I want you to know only peace.”

“You’re my peace,” she says as she lifts her face to mine. “Tutto mio.” My everything.

My mouth finds hers, and we spend hours kissing, loving, devouring each other. We share our darkest secrets and our dreams. Our whispers fill the air as I take Elena in every possible position until I’m finally sated in the early hours of the morning.