Page 93 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

“Never say never,” I hum, nudging her legs apart. “For instance, you might want tostopcumming.”

Artemis chuckles and says, “I highly doubt that-” then sucks in a breath when I close my mouth over her clit, suckinghard.

Her hands immediately go to my hair, tangling into it and holding me there.

I have to restrain myself from climbing on top of the counter with her and fucking her senseless. That is the plan, but first, I need more than just a taste of her.

I need todrownin her scent, be baptized in the taste of her. I want her in my bones and in my soul. She ismine.

Artemis moans softly, widening her hips with every touch, her hands tangled in my hair. When I slip two fingers into her pussy, her back arches off the counter. Dappled sunlight streams in through the windows, painting her skin golden. The tight pink tips of her nipples leave me aching to touch them, suck the buds into my mouth while I plunge my cock deep into her pussy over and over again.

With the patience of a saint, I bring Artemis to the brink of insanity, tasting her release as it crashes over her over and over again.

Only then do I finally crawl atop the counter and slide deep into her. Artemis lets go of my hair in favor of clawing down my back, pulling me in impossibly deeper.

“Saint-” Artemis pants, clutching my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my waist.

“What do you need love?” I pant, kissing the column of her throat, keeping up the slow, deep pace that makes her back arch wildly off the granite.

She moans again, nails digging into my spine. “I-” Artemis pants, the sound morphing into a moan.

“Yes?” I ask, cradling her head and kissing her soft lips.

“I-” Again, Artemis moans but doesn’t say anything else.

In response, I stall my movements, fully seated inside her. “Yes, love?” I ask.

Artemis growls, making me chuckle. She is the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met.

“I love you, you big idiot.”

My entire world pauses around her. “You love me, Tiny?” I ask. My wolf and I need confirmation.

“Thatiswhat I just said.”

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Saint,” Artemis says quietly, fingers trembling as they trail up my back, resting on my shoulders.

“I love you, Artemis,” I reply, lifting her blindfold so that I can see her. “I love you,” I repeat, kissing her lips.

She smiles into the kiss, rocking her hips.

“Is the blindfold still okay?” I ask, kissing the side of her mouth, drawing my hips back, then pushing back into her.

Artemis moans into my mouth a quick ‘mhm,’making me chuckle and replace the impromptu blindfold.

Artemis

I have no idea how long it’s been since I finished wrapping presents. The blindfold around my eyes makes time feel like it stretches.

Saint now has me bent over the counter, instructions that I am not to move– no matter what. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s left me dripping, but I’ve been standing here alone for… well, it’s been a few minutesat least.

I can hear him bustling around here. After he ran the hand mixer for a few minutes, I heard the oven beeping—it was the preheat cycle, I think.

“Are you actually making cookies right now?” I ask, mildly amused.

“Sure am. I told you, love. I did actually want cookies,” Saint replies, and I know just by the sound of his voice that he is barely restraining a laugh.