Luci

play music when you see: "*****"

♫: take me to church -Hozier

*chapter may contain MA themes

Waking up in Saint Jones' bed with his arms wrapped around me wasn't how I planned to start my Friday morning, but I was not complaining.

The night had been fairly calm. I didn't toss and turn as much as I usually did. Saint's bed was extremely soft. So much so that I did not want to get out of it. My mind had calmed down last night. I had almost forgotten why I left my house in the first place.

Saint was a distraction.

A good distraction.

When I was with him I forgot about everything that had been going on. He had an interesting way of making me feel present. He didn't make decisions for me, and as blunt as he was he hadn't lied to me yet.

That was one thing that was eating my mind alive. Saint had always been honest with me. Although it wasn't usually the best type of honesty, he had yet to lie.

How low my life must be right now, that I'm sleeping in Saint's bed with him...

I looked to my right and watched his chest rise and fall. It was beautifully rhythmic and oddly serene. My hand found its way to his hair and I lightly brushed through it. His blond roots were peaking out more than they usually did, and my brows furrowed when I noticed.

Saint had always been high maintenance when it came to his hair. Now that I knew the reason why I realized that it was uncommon for him to let his roots grow out this long.

One thing I feared was that I was making everything about me. I tried to remember to ask him about how he was feeling, but he never opened up much. I tried my best to read him but sometimes he was too good at masking how he really felt.

Sighing, I pushed his hair away from his face to see his lashes and closed eyes.

He looked like a baby.

Saint didn't stir at my movements through his hair, instead, his head nuzzled more into my hand.

Sometimes I wondered what would have happened if I didn't burn him that day. He would've eventually found out he was half angel right? Or would his mother have waited until he was knocking on death's door? It was sad to think that she hadn't told him anything. If I had found out at 18 and not at 7 as I did, I would resent my mother greatly.

As I slowly attempted to slip out of his grasp, his hands tightened around my body and he groaned.

"Don't leave."

His voice was deeper than usual and there was an added base. My heart quickened at the sound. I had never heard his morning voice up close like this. We didn't have school today, and a part of me wanted to stay in bed with him, but I knew I shouldn't.

"I can't," I said. "Now let me go. I need to get ready."

His eyes snapped open and suddenly my body was pulled over his lap. He lazily slunk his torso against the headboard, while his arms stroked up and down against my exposed thighs.

He had a boyish smile that tugged on the corner of his mouth. His hair was a ruffled mess but he didn't seem to mind it. His single left dimple was prominent and my eyes focused on it instead of the intense stare that Saint was giving me.

I tried to reposition my weight so that the pressure wouldn't be too much for him. But instead, I accidentally rocked my hips against his. I shuddered at the friction that was created and it was then I felt his prominent bulge underneath me.

"Off," Saint grunted. "Now."

He pushed me off his lap quickly and my back fell against the soft sheets. Saint got up off the bed and stood against his door frame. Heat flushed throughout my body and I sat upright on the bed.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I wasn't trying to do anything."

He avoided eye contact with me and walked over to his drawer, grabbing a few clothes, and some jewelry off the dresser.

"I'll use my brother Jayden's bathroom. You can change in here," he said quickly. "Pick whatever you want from my closet. And don't come out until I get back in here."

I nodded and I heard him clear his throat before he left the room. Walking over to the door, I locked it and pressed my ear close to the door. Various voices were speaking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

Sighing, I headed to the bathroom. I paused in front of the mirror and saw my disheveled appearance. I splashed water onto my face and began to brush my teeth.

Saint's bathroom was large and spacious. It was surprisingly clean and everything had a unique placement. The first thing I noticed last night, was the copious amounts of boxed dye in his trash can.

I finished brushing my teeth and immediately stripped down to take a shower. Once I was finished, I wrapped the towel around my body and headed towards Saint's closet.

It was particularly dark.

He never wore bright clothing. I assumed it was a personal preference, but it sort of reflected his exterior personality.

I grabbed a black sweater and some sweatpants. I slipped off my towel and grimaced when I realized I didn't have any fresh undergarments to wear.

I don't have to wear anything underneath... Saint will just have to accept that he's never getting these clothes back.

I rolled my eyes and placed my old clothes in the laundry basket. The sweater was so loose on me that it was not apparent that I wasn't wearing a bra. Overall the clothes had a baggy fit to them as expected.

I stood in the mirror and admired my appearance. My skin felt dry and my eyes darted around his room for something to use. I walked over to the top of his dresser and glanced at the miscellaneous items.

There were a few pens, an empty water bottle, lots of old rings that were fading in color, and a small wooden box. I knew I was not supposed to snoop around his room, but a part of me was extremely curious. I lifted the box's lid and grimaced when I saw what was inside.

There were condoms... a lot of condoms.

Who the hell needs this much?

Each was individually wrapped in a red package and stacked up neatly inside the box. I closed the lid before I sneakily placed one into my pocket. He already had so many, I didn't think he'd mind losing one.

It had been 2 hours since Saint left the room.

I was getting anxious but I was sure he'd be back soon eventually. I looked out the window and watched as the rain fell harshly onto the desolate street.

Sighing, I decided to explore his room some more since he was taking his time. His large desk caught my eye. More specifically the small drawer attached underneath it.

I mean he trusts me enough to leave me in his room...

I had already died once. I figured if Saint killed me for going through his stuff it wouldn't be too bad. I slowly opened up the drawer and frowned at what I had seen.

There was nothing much. It was simply an unorganized drawer filled with sticky notes, pens, and other school-related items. Everything was chaotically out of place, but it worked. Something caught my eye though.

Amongst the colorful items, there was a small black square in the corner. I grabbed it quickly to examine it so that I was sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me.

"No way," I huffed out. "Why does he have this? I thought it got smashed."

I held the thick memory card in my hand as I shook my head in disbelief. Saint had access to the thousands of photos he knew I missed. The thousands of photos that had taken me years to accumulate. The memory card held all of the best pictures I had ever taken. As well as private memories I had not been ready to share.

There were photos on the card that I was planning to submit for multiple photography exhibitions and museums. I never had a chance to however since I assumed the memory card was smashed along with my old camera.

As I stared at the card, I wasn't sure how to feel. Him smashing my camera in the first place robbed me of many opportunities. But the fact that he had stolen the memory card and didn't inform me about it made me livid.

He did buy me a new camera... Although he wouldn't have had to if he didn't smash the first one.

I just needed an explanation. I knew Saint was trying, but every time things like this happened, I was reminded of why I shouldn't trust him in the first place.

The sound of an engine running startled me from my thoughts. I walked over to the window and peered through the curtains. The twins and Saint's parents were seated in a pristine white car. Charlotte and Jayden looked bored as ever and they were dressed in what seemed to be their school uniform. The car backed out of the driveway and drove away quickly and it was then I noticed that Saint's car wasn't there.

There's no way he left and didn't tell me.

I glanced around the room for my phone and called him immediately. The phone rang five times before going to voicemail. I wasn't angry before but I was now.

"What does he expect me to do?" I asked myself. "Just sit here and wait until he comes back?"

As I contemplated what to do, a sharp knock came from the door. I was certain that Saint wasn't home. He didn't let anyone drive his car, and I had just seen his family leave. There was only one person I knew who could be left in the house.

"Open the door. I know you're in there," Kate demanded.

I slowly unlocked the door and twisted the door handle. Without wasting any time, Kate busted through the door holding a familiar small backpack in her hand. Her mouth was pressed into a tight line and her arms were crossed snugly around her chest.

She looked me up and down and frowned. I knew Kate was not fond of me, but she didn't have to display her discontent so publicly.

"I already know why you're here," she said.

I didn't reply, I just clutched the memory card tighter in my hand. Kate wasn't intimidating but I could tell that she thought she was. She was charming. I'd give her that. I envied her ability to manipulate the aura and energy around her.

"Saint told me," she explained. "Do I particularly care about your family drama? Of course not. But do I care about not upsetting Saint? Yes."

"Where is Saint?" I asked.

She smiled at me and tilted her head to the side to watch my expression.

"Awe, that's cute," she said.

"What's cute?"

Her eyes narrowed and my instincts were becoming wary. Whenever I was around the presence of angels it was like a voice inside me kept telling me to stand my guard. My body was always preparing for an attack.

"That you're pretending to care about him," she replied. "I must say you're a very good actress though. It was almost a bit difficult to read your aura. As dark and soulless as it is."

Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself down and shifted my body to face her directly. She was quite vindictive for an angel.

"Maybe this is a good thing though," she sighed. "You know the fact that both of you are pretending to care about each other."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

She laughed loudly and straightened out her white shirt. She had a slender build and her body resembled a runway model. Although she was taller than me, I would not let her size me up.

"Don't I though?" she smirked. "You shouldn't forget what Saint is. He is an angel of death. They are power-hungry, disastrous angels with bad reputations. They kill demons like you for sport."

Her words were cryptic. I knew she was alluding to more but the way she was choosing her words carefully intrigued me.

"Are you warning me or threatening me Kate?"

She rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair."Take it however you want," she shrugged. "But don't be stupid. No one can fight off instinct. If he won't kill you now then it's only a matter of time before someone does."

She walked up to me and gripped my wrist tightly. I tried to shake out of her grasp but her hold became icy. I could feel the tiny particles of ice cut through my skin. It felt like tiny knives stabbing me all at once. She was strong I'd give her that, but she would have to use more force to truly hurt me.

"My job is to protect Saint," she spat out. "So don't think I won't hurt anyone who stands in the way of that. I won't have you corrupt him."

He's the one corrupting me.

I snatched my wrist away from her and I rose my hand up in the air. Before I could slap her, Kate's hand began to form a sharp crystallized object. I felt the coldness from her hands on my body and my stomach fell.

It was a dagger. Or at least it resembled one. It was sharp and made entirely out of ice. She held it to my face and smiled.

"I don't particularly like you," she admitted.

The dagger trailed against my neck and I stood still. One wrong move and I was certain my neck would be split open. My body was too frightened to fight back. Kate knew how to use her abilities, and regardless of who my father was, I was still a beginner.

"So much so that I told Japheth I'd kill you if I got the chance. I'm not a death angel but I'm sure the council would understand my reasoning. Especially since if they found you existed, they'd kill you in a heartbeat," she laughed. "But seeing that it's going to be hard to get rid of you, I'll just give you a warning. Stay away from Saint if you know what's good for you."

The cold dagger tickled my skin. She trailed it against the crevice of my neck and hummed an ominous toon.

"Saint mentioned something," she mumbled. "About you not liking blood. Is that true? Or should I found out for myself?"

My brows furrowed and my breath quickened at her statement. I didn't think Saint would talk to Kate about me. A part of me was curious about what they were discussing, but the other part of me was busy thinking about how not to get stabbed.

"You two talk about me?"

Something wicked flashed in her eyes. Her mouth contorted into a devious smirk and she continued to hum.

"Of course we do. And because of that, he's doing just what I taught him," she shrugged. "You think he's being nice to you because of the kindness of his heart?"

Stupidly I nodded. The tip of the dagger pressed a bit into my skin. But thankfully it was not at all deep. Kate laughed and teasingly pretended to stab the dagger in further.

"The only reason he's being nice to you and showing you all of this attention is because he wants to get his wings," she said. "He's just using you. But I'm sure you already knew that right."

"He's not using me."

"Oh?" She countered. "Is that why he's not here? Why do you think he's avoided you this morning? Angels can only tolerate demons for so long."

I didn't want to believe her but it all made sense. Saint had been too nice to me, too fast. Deep down I wanted to believe he wanted to change for the better, but it was just too much all at once. My heart sunk when I realized there was a possibility that I was just a pawn in his plan.

"I can feel your sadness, it's a bit draining," Kate sighed. "But you can't be completely mad at Saint. You are both using each other for whatever selfish reasoning. You just weren't aware of his."

She pulled the dagger away from my neck and twirled it around. She admired its beauty and I don't think she minded the sharpness of it.

"I'm not using him," I stated. "What makes you think I'm using him."

Without making eye contact with me, she continued to play with the dagger in her hand before saying, "Because if you're not using him for something," she began. "If you are just hanging around him simply because you want to... you're insane."

"There's simply no other explanation," she giggled. "You're either using him, or you're purposely hanging out with a guy who's tormented you for years. Although I don't like you, I want to assume you'd be smarter than that."

I didn't even know what to say. She was right. Why was I hanging out with Saint if I didn't want something from him? At that moment, I realized a part of me had subconsciously considered Khalil's plan. At first, I wanted to do it, but as I hung with Saint more and more, I was on the fence about the whole thing.

"I see it in your eyes," she concluded. "I don't know what you are using him for but I will find out."

I ignored her warning, and my mind raced with millions of thoughts. I was angry, sad, and embarrassed all at once. I just needed to talk to him, I needed some answers.

"Kate," I said slowly. "Where's Saint?"

She looked at my eyes before sighing,
"He went to the abandoned cathedral."

I knew exactly what she was talking about. The abandoned cathedral hasn't been used in years. But the question remained: Why was Saint there?

"Why?" I asked.

She released my wrist and slipped the dagger through her fingers. She was taunting me.

"He's fixing it up. I guess he's trying as many options to get his wings as possible. You being option number one," she replied. "But of course if you don't work out then the cathedral is just option number 2."

I shook my head and I felt my eyes start to water. It was all so confusing. If Saint was using me, why would Kate tell me? But if he wasn't using me, why was he acting so nice?

"Why did he leave without telling me?" I asked. "He's been gone for hours."

She smirked and shrugged her shoulders.

"He told me he didn't want to be around you," she laughed. "But he did want me to give you this."

She held the black backpack in her arm and waved it around. She threw it down at my feet before her icy blue eyes stared at me again. Rolling my eyes, I bent down and opened the backpack up. Inside, were some of my clothing. Including a few shirts, shorts and some undergarments. The corner pocket of the backpack held a long paper note that read:

Luci,

You haven't been answering calls or text messages so I decided that this note would be the best way to go. I know you are angry with me. As your mother, I should have better prepared you for all of this, but even I didn't know what to expect. There are so many things I need to share with you and I think I am ready. All I wanted to do was to shelter you from this world.

You might be wondering why I am giving Saint Jones a small backpack with some of your clothing. I understand you don't want to be around me or Khalil right now. You can stay with Saint for today, but I packed enough clothes for the weekend.

When you come back home we're going to have to talk. Khalil told me about Saint and Marcus and Celia explained to me what happened in Azure. I wish you had told me but I understand why you did not.

In regards to Saint...

I won't ask too many questions but I will say this Luci.

The women in our family do not get what they want.

We have a trail of bad luck wherever we go. My mother despised me, which is why she named me Mallory. It means "unlucky".

Because of that, I named you Lucille. Not because of your father but because it means "light". You were my light out of the dark place I was in many years ago.

I love you, Lucille, please come home when you're ready.

-Mom

I folded the note back up and stared at the floor. My mother knew everything now, but she still trusted me to stay with Saint...

"He went to my house?" I asked. "Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"Probably thought you wouldn't want to see your family yet. He can be so considerate can't he?" she cooed. "It's too bad he isn't being genuine."

She watched me pull a black shirt and pleated denim skirt out of my bag. I laid the clothes on Saint's bed as her blue eyes stared at me.

"Now, as much as I hate to say it," she groaned. "Change into your clothes then come downstairs with me for breakfast."

This bitch is out of her mind if she thinks I'm going to sit down for a meal with her.

I gave her a faux smile and pushed her out the door. Once it was closed I immediately changed into my clothes. I placed the backpack in the corner of the room and looked out the window to see the rain pouring down.

I knew the bus routes by memory now, and I figured it would only take half an hour for me to get to the cathedral.

I opened the door halfway to make sure the coast was clear. Kate was downstairs setting the plates for breakfast. By the time she was done, I would be long gone.

I tiptoed down the stairs carefully. I saw her shadow walk into the living room, and that was when I made my escape. The front door was loud but I slowly closed it so that it would not make any noise.

Once I was outside, I quickly walked out of the driveway and out of the golden gates. The rain didn't seem like it would be stopping soon but I didn't mind it. My body heat had risen because of my anger so I was more than warm.

I turned to my left and sighed when I saw the nearest bus stop was down the street. Walking over to the stop, I waited a mere five minutes before the bus arrived.

The bus ride was fairly short. I received weird stairs from the people riding since I was wearing a mini skirt in cold and rainy weather.

As the bus steadied down the road I contemplated what I would tell Saint when I saw him. I didn't know if I wanted to scream at him or hit him.

Maybe both.

I looked out the bus window and saw the luscious green vegetation outside. I pressed down on the button and the bus came to a stop. Thanking the driver, I got off and looked ahead to see the large cathedral in perfect view. It was a couple of feet away, and I groaned when I began walking. Saint's black car was in front of me, and the cathedral doors were wide open. Angrily, I stomped inside.

The cathedral was breathtaking, even though it was seriously rundown. I glanced at the high ceilings and stained glass windows. There was a large altar in the center and a giant cross loomed over it. Music was playing from Saint's phone, but the aerodynamics of the cathedral made the sound echo throughout the entire building.

"Luci?"

I turned my head to the right and saw Saint wearing a black tank top. His hair was wet and he seemed to be drying his hands with a paper towel. He walked over to and his brows furrowed when he saw that my clothes had been covered in droplets of rain.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

I examined his face and my anger began to slip away when I saw the fresh cut that trailed from the bottom of his eyebrow, through the top of his eyelid and down to the top of his cheek. It was bright red and seemed unbearably painful. My fingers grazed over the scar, and he caught my wrist after he winced at my touch.

"What happened to your face?" I asked.

He shrugged and he avoided eye contact with me. "I went to talk to Khalil."

My mouth fell open a bit but I quickly closed it, when I saw Saint had begun to walk away from me.

"Did you eat breakfast with Kate?" he asked.

He was acting weird. The tone of voice he was using made me feel like I was bothering him.

"Why are you talking like that?" I asked.

He ignored me and began to shuffle through the music on his phone. A random song played and it echoed throughout the cathedral. I noticed a large pile of debris in the corner, that Saint slowly began adding objects to.

He didn't acknowledge me further, and the anger I had felt back at the house resurfaced. I stood in front of him and crossed my arms. His arms darted across my face and he sighed when he realized I was angry.

"What is it darling?" he asked.

"I know, Saint," I said. "I know about your plan. You thought I was stupid didn't you?"

He titled his head to the side, and his brow quirked up. "What are you talking about?"

He was playing dumb. He knew exactly what I was talking about. I clenched my fist in my hand and took a deep breath.

"Look, I know you don't care about me," I began. "But if you were going to use me, why did you let me get vulnerable with you? I saw my memory card on your desk... how could you not give it back to me? You knew how important those photos were to me. You know how hard it is for me to trust-"

He finally looked into my eyes and I saw his nostrils flare. "You think I don't care about you?" he interrupted.

He walked towards me and I immediately took a step back. I could feel pent up anger and frustration he had been harboring.

"So I guess I just let you stay over for no reason? I guess I dropped all my plans last night to drive with you in the rain? I just went to your house and attempted to snap a demon's neck for making you cry because I don't care?" he yelled. "For God's sake, Luci Do you know why I still had the memory card from your old camera? I hadn't given it back because I wanted to spend more time with you! But I don't care right?"

"W-well no- no I just thought that-"

He was closer this time. Inching in further into my direction. His breathing was labored and his stare was intense.

"Do you want me to spell it out for you?" He asked. "God sometimes you can be so dense."

Now he's just being mean.

"Tell me then! Say it with your chest since you're so fucking confident!" I shouted.

He flexed his muscles and his knuckles began to turn white from how hard he was holding them.

"Watch your tone. Don't talk to me like that," he seethed.

I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes. There was no way he was going to flip the switch and make me into the bad guy.

"Shut up Saint. I'm not a child."

"Yeah well, you're acting like one." He scoffed. "I haven't been with anyone else Luci! Yet you seem to be kissing Khalil any chance you get."

Khalil? What did Khalil have to do with this?

"Oh my god," I laughed. "Don't tell me you're jealous."

He didn't say much but his eyes were telling a completely different story. He was being hesitant with me. I knew he wanted to say much more. I don't know what had come over me, but I wanted to get a rise out of him. So I said one sentence I knew I would regret.

"I bet Khalil's a better kisser than you anyway."

The cathedral became so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the pouring rain, and the music from his phone. I immediately regretted my sentence when I saw Saint's unreadable expression.

He stared at me calmly before muttering,

"Get out."

He didn't say anything else but I saw the way his hand twitched. He turned around and started to walk to the back of the cathedral. I followed suit and ran up a bit to catch up with him.

"Now you're walking away?" I yelled. "This conversation is not over."

He placed something down and grabbed a broom before turning around and walking right past me. His legs strode over to the altar and he began to sweep the floor angrily.

"It's over."

I caught his arm and turned him around. The broom dropped and made a hollow sound. I knew my eyes had to have been flaming red. My hands came in contact with his chest and I pushed him back.

"God, you're such a coward! Why can't you just say it and reassure me so I know that you're not lying to me! I can't handle anyone else lying to me Saint-"

His hand snaked around my throat and he watched as my eyes brimmed with tears. His chest was rising unusually fast and his hands were so cold.

"Of course I care about you!" he yelled. "I fucking care about you. Is that what you wanted to hear?" he screamed. "How much more obvious can I make it!"

He lifted my chin with his fingers and my eyes met his. His finger traced the bottom of my lip and my heartbeat rose with each swirl of his finger.

"I left the house this morning, because I couldn't stand to be around you Luci," he said. "I'm trying to control myself, but you make it so fucking difficult."

He leaned in but recoiled. His brain seemed to be having an internal battle. I had never seen this look on his face. It was the same way he had looked at me when we were dancing in the rain.

"I hate you," he whispered. "I fucking hate you, Luci."

My breath was trembling as his hand squeezed harder against my throat. His gaze softened, but his eyes lingered on my lips.

"Hate how shy you are," he whispered, only coming closer.

Saint's green eyes turned indescribably dark. They looked murderous but I couldn't look away from them, even if I tried.

"Hate your soft fucking skin and blunt mouth," he said.

I had stopped breathing and I don't think Saint was breathing either. My heart was beating incredibly fast, and if he moved any closer he would hear. Time was slowing down, it had to have been.

Saint had looked at me in a lot of ways. He's looked at me in lustful and murderous ways, sometimes both at the same time. But this was a stare that I had felt everywhere.

For the first time in a long time, I had felt seen.

Saint gazed at me like I was the only person in the world. As if my eyes were a mirror and he was getting lost inside of his reflection.

"I hate..."

His thumb traced the corner of my lips and pulled my bottom lip down. "Your soft fucking lips."

His breath fanned my nose and goosebumps spread across my body. I'd never felt so desired. His other hand came gently around the back of my head and held it down.

"Can I kiss you?" he pleaded.

He looked hopelessly desperate. He was in a trance, and I knew that my consent would be the only thing to break it.

We were standing right at the altar. The cathedral windows let the minuscule sunlight peek through while the rain poured down heavily. Without a word, he took the gold ring that was on his finger and slipped it onto mine.

I stood up on my toes to get a better angle of his face before whispering,

"Yes please."

And as winter steals away summer's breath, Saint stole mine.

"*****" ♫: take me to church -Hozier

Heat rose from my stomach to my chest. Saint's lips lightly grazed mine as if they were asking for an invitation. My heart skipped beats and I parted my lips. My mind went blank when his lips touch mine and the taste of him nearly silenced all thoughts.

I was on fire.

His lips brushed against mine softly at first. Soft enough that he could inhale my breath and feel the warmth of my skin. My arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled me in closer claiming my mouth again. I moaned into his mouth and my knees were starting to buckle.

My fingers moved and slipped underneath his shirt. I felt his heartbeat against my fingers and my mind took in how fast it was going. His scent was hypnotic, I wanted to pull him closer to me but it seemed we had closed all the space that there was.

After we had gotten into it, his movements became rougher. He pulled back for a second before his lips smashed against mine. He held the back of head and walked me backwards into the large pew at the front of the altar. I hungrily kissed him back, and my mouth parted open once more.

He sat us down in the pew, never once breaking the kiss. I fell into his lap and angled my head up for better access. My legs were on top of his and my core weakened.

Saint's hand drew circles around my thigh. I gasped when he wasted no time going up my skirt. I squirmed in his lap, and my legs involuntarily flexed out when I felt his hands pull down my panties.

"Stay still for me angel," he whispered.

He pulled them down to my ankles and they slipped onto the floor. Saint brought his fingers up to my mouth and instinctively I opened my mouth wide. His fingers coated themselves on my tongue and moved back and forth within my mouth.

"Such a good little slut," he praised. "Coat my fingers for me."

When he pulled his fingers away from my lips, a trail of saliva followed. Saint hummed in my ear to distract me as his other hand pulled my thighs apart. Since my back was on his chest he leaned my body further up against him and pecked the back of my ear.

"Let's play a game hm?" he whispered. "You like games, right darling?"

I nodded, then whimpered when I felt his mouth attach to my neck. He nipped the soft skin before pecking it again quickly.

"Words Luci," he said. "I need words."

My lips parted open when I took a sharp intake of breath. My mind was muddled and I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure he had created.

"Yes," I gasped. "I like games."

I couldn't see his face but I knew he had to have been smirking. His hand trailed down to my stomach before slowly creeping up to the center of my thighs. I immediately attempted to close my legs shut, but Saint grunted and forced them back apart, wider this time.

He moved his coated fingers to my center, and I whimpered when I felt his middle one circle around my clit. He had touched me there before but never like this. This time Saint was being patient. He didn't rush, instead he made sure that I felt all of it.

Before I could comprehend what had happened. Saint titled my head back and crashed his lips onto mine and at the same time, his middle finger slid into my bundle of nerves. My mouth stopped my movements against his lips when I felt the pressure build up. He was pumping his finger agonizingly slow.

"No," Saint rasped. "You need to keep kissing me, or I will stop."

I attempted to reply, but the only thing that was coming out of my mouth was pants and whimpers of pleasure. It didn't make it any better when he slid another finger inside of me. My thighs trembled and Saint held them further apart when I was about to close them.

"Words baby."

Everything felt so sensitive. He began to speed up his movements, and my back arched a bit when he hit a certain spot. I heard him chuckle in my ear and he increased the pressure in that area.

"I-I can't, it's too much," I whined. "You're torturing me Saint."

He stopped his movements and tilted my head back so I could see his face. Although it was an upside down position, I didn't miss the way his eyes darkened at my words.

"You think I'm torturing you?" he asked. "Darling I've spent the last 24 hours trying not to touch you. You can handle this."

He continued, and his fingers went deeper with each thrust. I felt the top of one of his rings near my core, and I moaned at the feeling.

"Nobody asked you to do that," I mumbled.

He mumbled 'shut up' and kissed me again. Every time he kissed me a new sensation fluttered in my chest. For someone who never kissed people, he was certainly good at it.

His other hand went under my shirt and pulled my bra down from the center. My breath hitched when the clasps in the back broke, and my bra fell down onto the cathedral floor.

I was so close. It didn't make it any better when he cupped my breast and rolled my nipple in between his fingers. I didn't know something like that could feel so good. Even with everything he was doing to me, I wanted more. I needed more.

Before I could become undone, Saint removed his fingers from me, and promptly placed them inside his mouth. My body flushed with heat when I heard him hum in content. He pecked my lips softly and peppered kisses against my neck.

"Now who's the better kisser?" he taunted.

That's what all of this was about? This man I swear...

"You," I choked out.

"Good, baby," he pecked my cheek. "And don't you forget it."

He grunted when I moved my ass against his hips. I was done with the teasing. I wanted him in every possible way.

"Luci," he warned. He held my hips down with so much force, that I couldn't move even if I tried. "Stop it."

My heart fell when my mind began to overthink. Saint had gotten with girls within days of knowing them. Why was I any different?

Maybe he doesn't want me in that way...

I sniffled, and wiped away the tears that were brimming in my eyes. I felt his hand tilt my head back to meet his eyes. I moved my head forward so I wouldn't have to look at him. Crossing my arms, I sat in his lap in silence.

"Luci what's wrong?" he asked.

He pushed my body over his thighs so that both my legs were closed and draped over the side of his thigh. His hand came around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and lightly tickled my stomach. I tried not to laugh, and he increased his movements which made me squirm.

"Saint," I laughed. "Stop it now."

"No," he replied. "You're mad at me and I want to know why."

I caught his hand in mine before he attempted to tickle me again and I sighed.

"Why don't you want me?" I asked. "You always stop. I know I'm not as experienced but I just..."

I couldn't finish my sentence with the way he was looking at me. He looked angry almost? I couldn't tell.

"Luci," he began. "The only reason I stop is because I don't want to scare you. I don't think I can hold back with you and that's a problem."

Smirking, I teased his bottom lip with my tongue before I kissed him again. He groaned into the embrace and settled his hand down on my ass.

"So don't," I replied. "Don't hold back. I never asked you to."

His eyes flickered with a spark I had seen before. "You don't understand. I want to be very rough with you."

I grabbed his hand and placed it underneath my shirt. His hand took control and cupped my breast again.

"So then be rough with me," I whispered.

His eyes widened when I reached to the back pocket of my skirt and placed a red package into his palm.

"Where did you..." he trailed off. "Was my little angel snooping around my room?"

I bit my lip and nodded. He twirled the package between his fingers and looked back up at me. "Are you sure Luci? I mean this isn't the ideal place for this."

I was growing frustrated. It was like he was making every excuse in the book.

"Saint," I demanded. "Touch me."

The next few seconds happened so fast that I could barely comprehend what had happened. My back was pushed down into the pew and my skirt was ripped off my body. He used both hands to spread my legs open. He admired my center and looked at my flustered appearance.

"So pretty," he cooed.

He kneeled down and pulled my hips towards his body. "I skipped breakfast today, just to avoid you," he said. "I think I deserve something sweet. Don't you?"

I took a deep breath and made eye contact with the raven haired boy who's cheeks dusted with red and who's eyes seared with lust.

"Keep looking at me," he demanded. "If you look away I'll stop Luci."

And with that he nipped the inside of my thighs and trailed his mouth up higher. My breaths turned into moans when his mouth licked a stripe up my slit.

"Oh fuck, Saint," I cursed.

He looked up and smiled at me before continuing. "Luci, watch your language," he teased. "This is a sacred place."

Sacred my ass. Everything we're doing right now is the definition of sinful.

Saint hummed as his tongue explored my core. My eyes kept fluttering shut as he buried his face into me. His tongue swiped across my clit and my entire body shook. His hands on the back of my thighs kept me in place as his tongue swirled. I couldn't take all the sensations all at once. I wanted to push him off and pull him in closer all at once.

I used both hands to tug on his hair to pull him in deeper. His mouth slowed down and he came back up to glare at me.

"Since this is your first time, I'll let you grab my hair," he said. "But don't make a habit of it."

Rolling my eyes I pushed his head back down and he mercilessly increased his movements inside of me. He thrusted his tongue and my back arched when I felt the familiar tension of an orgasm rising in my stomach. I think Saint sensed it too, because he immediately stopped and stood up over me.

I whined and he shot me a daring look. I watched as he tore his shirt off and threw it down into the ever growing pile. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and stuck it in his mouth.

Heat rose to my cheeks when he came down and claimed my lips again. He pulled away far too soon and it was then I noticed the bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants. It looked tight and painful even.

Maybe I should reciprocate...

He noticed my eyes and shook his head.
"I know what you're thinking angel," he said. "And I don't want you to. Today is all about you okay?"

I nodded and watched as he peeled off his pants. They fell down to the floor and he locked eyes with me when started to take off his last article of clothing.

My heart skipped beats and I was starting to feel shy. I watched as his erection sprung up. It was swollen, rock hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Saint quickly gave it a few pumps while staring directly at my body.

What the hell did I just get myself into?

"Relax baby," he ordered. "Breathe for me."

He tore open the condom with his teeth and discarded the package onto the floor. He slipped it firmly on to his length and rolled it down quickly. Saint hovered his body over mine and cupped my cheek with his hand.

"Luci," Saint said softly. "For this to work, I'm going to need you to relax. You need to trust me okay?"

I let out a shaky breath and nodded. He centered himself in between my folds and hiked my thigh up by his hips. I tried not to shake when his tip was against my core.

I can't believe I'm doing this right now. How did this even happen?

Saint noticed my expression and immediately kissed me. Our tongues curled together and he bucked his hips causing me to feel the ridges and veins of his length. I broke the kiss and moaned at the feeling.

"Tell me when to stop darling," Saint said. "I'm serious Luci. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, tell me to stop and I will. Just say the words. I know it seems like I have all the control but it's really you. I'll do anything you ask me to."

I nodded and I felt the tip of his cock pry at my entrance. He pulled me in for another deep kiss while he slowly slid inside of me. I winced for a second at the pressure, and he stopped his movements.

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically.

It didn't hurt too much, it was just very uncomfortable. I took a deep breath and placed my arms around his neck.

This could be worse. It's not that bad.

"It's fine, just give me a minute please."

He nodded and kissed the back of my palm. I waited a minute until I felt the pain dwindle and gave him a small smile.

"Okay, you can start... you know," I said.

He looked down, then back up at me and smirked. "Angel, I haven't gone all the way in yet."

My mouth fell open, when I realized there was still more. "What do you mean? You're not all the way in yet?"

He shook his head.

"Then what are you waiting for?" I teased.

One day my mouth was going to get me killed. I think today was the day. Right when I spoke, Saint shrugged and slid the rest of his cock deep inside me. My back arched when I felt the pressure building up overwhelmingly fast.

"Fuck," he cursed. "So fucking tight angel."

My fingers clawed on his back, when the pain quickly turned into pleasure. He began to thrust deeply, not stopping to give me a minute to breathe before he started fucking me. My walls clenched right around him, when he reached a certain spot. I whimpered in his ear and I couldn't concentrate on the new sensations.

"Don't fucking do that," he growled. "I can't- fuck darling you're doing so well."

He dropped both his arms down and scooped the back of my thighs up. He stopped for a mere second before pushing further into me at a faster pace. His head dropped down to my shoulder as he kept his strokes steady.

I was seeing stars. Saint kept hitting a certain spot that made me lose all my senses. My vision was getting blurry and the sounds coming out of my mouth were incoherent.

His hand found my throat and he squeezed it tightly. His rings pressed into the crook of my neck and they left indents on my flesh. I whined when he increased the force, but I secretly loved it.

"Please, please," I begged.

I didn't even know what I was asking for. All I knew is that I didn't want him to stop. This was too good. He was too good.

"Yeah that's right," he grunted. "You like when I fuck you like this Luci? You can take this, I know you can. Such a sweet fucking girl."

Saint rammed into me faster. I screamed and my fingernails clawed against his back. He continued to fuck the air out of me, and the pressure on my throat only increased.

"How do you feel, Luci?" he taunted.

My core squeezed against him as I tried to catch my breath. I gave him a pathetic nod and mumbled "good" as I tried to conceal my moans. He muttered a string of curse words when he felt me tighten against him.

"How do I feel Saint?" I whimpered.

He slowed down, and bucked his hips. The feeling was gentler and I had felt it everywhere. I opened my eyes wider to see Saint stare at me with a tender look in his eye. For a second, all the objects around us seemed to disappear. It was just him and I.

He stooped down to place a tender kiss on my lips before he whispered,

"Like life Luci," he groaned. "You feel like life."

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don't worry you didn't get robbed. next half will be in Saint's POV :)

Istg the only reason this chapter is so long is because I needed it to be in Luci's POV. Don't worry chapters will not be this long again lmao. Hope you enjoyed though :) (if there are typos I'm so sorry I was typing really fast lmao)

Sorry it was late, I wanted it to be really good for y'all ♥️

We're half way done :( (maybe we will see)

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