Quiet Not Innocent | ✔︎

Chapter 48:

A S P E N ♡ W I L S O N
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If you are not 18, leave right now child. 🙅🏾‍♀️ This is not good for your poor eyes and brain. Leave and stay innocent. For the rest of you beautiful smut whores, feel free to keep going <3

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I'm rendered speechless as Saint's words echo in my brain. He said what?

I wait for him to say sike but he doesn't, continuing to stand there with a devilish smile on his face. I just gape at him with wide eyes and an open mouth as I try to find words to say.

Nothing comes to mind until I finally manage to process his words and I feel a blush spread through my entire body. "Why?" I blurt.

He chuckles softly, face relaxed and all too charming for what he says next. "I want to make you feel good, that's why."

Soul? Gone. Away with the wind.

"You—but I—hey!" I splutter, unable to form coherent sentences as a thousand butterflies form in the pit of my belly. "You can't just say stuff like that!"

"Why not?" He takes a taunting step towards me.

"Because I said so."

He takes another step forward, only an arms length away now. Looking amused, he replies, "You're going to have to give me a better reason."

"How about because you're going to end up giving me a heart attack?" I smile far too sweetly.

"The great Miss Wilson having a heart attack because of me?" He gasps dramatically, putting a hand over his heart. "I'm flattered, really."

"Flattered? I would die, idiot."

"I'd breathe you back to life."

I raise my eyebrow. "Like CPR?"

"No, like this." He grins wolfishly before taking the final step to reach me.

I let out half a squeal and half a laugh when he had lunged, a hand tangling itself in my hair and the rest of my laugh dying on his lips when he'd pulled me close by my waist.

And holy hell.

I've shared plenty of kisses with Saint, and his kisses came in the form of him; sweet, simple, and angelic. Of course, there were his hard kisses that he used in me whenever he was trying to make a point or shut me up in his own way, but they were never like this.

A kiss that stole your breath away, entirely.

And when he pushes his tongue into the deep end of my mouth to find mine, what feels like a violent fire breaks out across my skin. Vanilla tootsie rolls, that's what he tasted like, always. I hold back a smile as my focus is more on kissing him back.

Saint's hand untangles itself from my hair and moves down to cup my face, his other wandering down my body, exploring. His touch was light, yet firm as he moved.