Page 103 of Taming Seraphine

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“You’re covered in that bastard’s blood,” he growls, his voice filled with warmth. “I’m going to get you nice and clean.”

“Does that include an orgasm?” I ask.

His broad smile makes my stomach erupt with butterflies. “Is that what you want?”

“Please.”

He carries me across the armored truck, his footsteps crackling over the plastic wrap. At the end, closest to the driver’s cab, is a set of doors that I thought were closets, but one of them is a tiny wet room.

It’s the most compact thing I’ve ever seen, yet there’s enough space for both of us, even when he closes the door.

I lean against the plastic wall, my heart racing, the muscles of my pussy clenching and releasing in anticipation of his touch. Leroi sits me down on a small bench, giving me a close-up view of the bulge in his pants.

My pulse quickens, but there’s none of the usual violence or rage that comes every time I come into contact with a penis. It’s different with Leroi. He might get aroused like other men, but his erection isn’t imposing. He doesn’t pull it out and demand satisfaction. It’s just one reason I find him so intriguing.

He kneels between my parted legs, pulls off my shoes, exposing my feet. His fingers trail up my calves, leaving a trail of raised flesh in his wake and it makes my breath hitch. I shiver, but it’s not from the chill. The way he massages my legs sends electric pulses straight to my core.

“Lift your hips for me, angel,” he growls.

Right now, I would do anything he asked.

I raise my ass off the bench, letting him pull down my panties and pajama bottoms in one swift motion. He pushes my knees apart, his gaze going straight between my legs.

He groans, “Your pretty little pussy is soaked.”

I bite down on my bottom lip, my breath quickening. No one has ever called that part of my body pretty. At least no one I didn’t later kill.

Leroi kisses the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. I gasp, my legs jerking further apart. As his tongue glides higher, I grip the edges of the bench, my hips rising toward his mouth.

Last time, he fucked me with the handle of the knife and made me climax with his fingers. Is he going to use his tongue? I stare down between my spread legs, noting that Julio’s blood has spread down my thighs.

His hot breath fans my folds, making me tremble. Until I met Leroi, I never thought being with a man would be so exciting. My pulse quickens at the thought of him wanting to taste me when I’m covered in the blood of my enemies.

He swipes his tongue up my slit and makes a slow circle around my clit. Sensation floods my core, and my hips jerk.

“Stay still or I’ll stop sucking your sweet cunt,” he says, his voice a low rumble.

I try to obey, but it’s nearly impossible in this state of frenzy. There are too many firsts: my first consensual kiss, my first kill from the list of men on my list, and this, the first time a man has pleasured me with his tongue.

Leroi moves his hands up my thighs, gripping them tightly so I can’t move. I lean back against the shower wall with my eyes squeezed shut against the onslaught of pleasure.

“You taste so good, angel.” He swirls his tongue around my clit faster, building the intensity until I’m sweating and panting on the bench. I grip his shoulders, my fingers clawing at his shirt.

How am I naked again while he’s completely clothed? Why does pleasure with him only go one way? I want to touch him. I want to explore the hard lines of his body with my hands, followed by my tongue. The pressure rises to a crescendo, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. At this rate, I’m going to explode.

The muscles of my thighs tighten around his head, trapping him in place. A keening sound traps in the back of my throat. I never want this moment to end.

“I’ve got you, angel,” he says. “Let go.”

My lips part, and I try to speak, but all I can manage are moans. Every lick, every swirl of his tongue makes me more sensitive and I lose myself in his touch.

I’m trembling, panting, so close to my orgasm that I can almost taste it in the back of my throat. Leroi clamps his lips around my clit and sucks, crumbling the last of my resistance, and an orgasm tumbles through me like a demolition ball.

“Leroi!” I cry out as I disintegrate into a thousand pieces, my entire body convulsing around his tongue.

He continues flicking, licking, and sucking, drawing out my orgasm until I collapse boneless against the shower wall. I’m too weak to move and too exhausted to speak. All I can do is slump there and bask in the afterglow.

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