Page 49 of Seph

“No, baby. If it only feels okay, that’s not enough.” Simeon kissed her curls, and her body blushed from toes to torso. “It should make you feel loved. Treasured. And make you feel so good that you come all over my face.”

Silent staring as he inhaled, nose against her flat but soft lower abdomen. “You smell beautiful. Delicious. But not wet enough.”

She didn’t want to admit that she’d never given herself an orgasm. She didn’t want to admit that she’d tried a few times in the past few months, but intrusive thoughts always made her abandon the task.

“What about you?” she finally asked.

“Me? This is the best gift,” Simeon moaned when he kissed the skin of her inner thigh, working between her legs to where her pussy was covered with sparse reddish-gold curls.

Fashion magazines would shame her for her natural look, her bikini line that had clearly never seen a bikini. She shaved in the summer, but it was late fall, and—

“You’re so beautiful. I love every little curl. I love the way you look.” His kiss lingered. It aimed between her legs where her plump outer lips made a soft slit, hiding the pinkness inside. His tongue split that soft line and she shuddered as Simeon pressed firm fingers to the top of her pussy, massaging. “I love the way you taste. The way you feel. Oh, God, Emily...”

Her spine lost its metal, and she relaxed into the mattress as his mouth began to explore her.

“Oh. Ohhh, that’s nice. Oh, that’s really nice.”

“Good. I’m just going to stay on the outside until you tell me I can go deeper.”

Emily nodded, heart warmed with Simeon’s acknowledgment of her inexperience without making her feel that it was a big deal.

But in a short time, the outside wasn’t enough. She was bucking against his kisses and his tongue, a tight spiral of pain inside her pelvis crying out for relief.

Penetration.

Simeon didn’t have to force anything from her. She wasn’t worried about his enjoyment, either. He was moaning as he lapped and sucked, maybe moaning louder than her. His head was burrowing into her, his nose grinding against the spot above her clit, a spot that she would have to remember from now on. It was definitely a good place, a place that electrified her in the best possible way.

How did he know that?

And why did he sound so,sohappy?

And who the fuck cared? “Yesss. Yes, like that!”

“You’re delicious. Fucking delicious, sweet pretty peach.” His fingers rubbed hard around her clit while licking and sucking her folds and the skin of her inner thighs.

A sensation bomb threatened to undo her. The pain of clamping walls and the fear of losing control made her gasp, “Need you in me.”

Simeon’s fingers gently obeyed, slipping in with a splashy wet sound that made her eyes widen. That was new. That level of wetness. The level of not thinking or caring.

“Nice and easy. So tight and sweet.”

Simeon’s fingers were gentle—gentle enough to confuse her. Make her feel... vulnerable. She wasn’t weak. She didn’t need him to show her mercy.

A dark cloud burst into her thoughts, her father’s matter-of-fact voice telling her that evil beings would torture and rape and she had to endure and fight. Pain was to be expected, along with misfortune and injury. What’s more, any pain and injury inflicted upon her was a sign of her failure and a just punishment. She wouldn’t get hurt—or worse—if she was following her training, if she was fighting hard enough.

That’s so wrong. That’s not true. It wouldn’t be my fault for letting it happen, it would be their fault for wanting to hurt me in the first place.

Even if this hurts, it’s okay, but it’s not... It's no one’s fault. And Simeon doesn’t want to hurt me.

“Emily? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing. You don’t have to be careful.”It’s going to hurt. I’musedto being hurt.“More. Harder.”

“You can have it both ways, love. Carefulandharder.” His eyes met hers from the supremely intimate place between her legs. “I know you’re a warrior, Em. You’re a woman, too. I can love both.”

Fuck, why was the vampire perfect?

Emily didn’t have time to worry about that paradox. Simeon thrust his fingers in harder, pressing up and dragging down, circling his tongue on her clit before sucking on her bead with a greedy groan.

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