Roses

In which a virgin has hot steamy sex with the great sassy sin of Lust himself. Who apparently imprinted on her to be his personal sexual release.

He's anything but a saint. In this game, she's the star and he directs it.

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"What the hell are you doing in my room!"

The edge of his lips twitched into a smirk as he rested fully ignoring me. "Have anyone ever told you how horribly boring you are. Seriously the underworld is being dragged along by your stagnant aura. With time, princess, that will change."

I gaped, "I never asked for a change. or you."

He scoffed and in a flash the man appeared behind, one arm catching my waist with his big hands. I gasped in surprise. It seemed I underestimated this god of a man, cause he was a freaking giant. He was a big fucking man. Broad shoulders and hard tight muscles covering every part of his body. Fuck. I glanced at the hand on my belly. I could feel my panties getting wet.

He bent his head near my ear, whispering darkly, "why everyone needs a Saint, sweetheart. I can feel the heat, darling your pussy needs some attention."

From the corner of my eyes I could have swore his eyes just glowed red as his tempting lips spread slowly into a devious grin.

"Baby, my fingers are literally a blessing from God. Let's commit sins with them, Right here, and now."

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[A SAINt JHN fanfic. Detailed version in the book]