Page 125 of Taming Seraphine

My one remaining survival instinct that isn’t completely under her spell warns me that she still has the box cutter, but I’m too enraptured by Seraphine to care.

She kisses back, her tongue twisting around mine, her arm clinging so tightly around my neck that I wonder if she’s trying to cut off my air. I lift her off her feet and walk her to the nearest wall.

“Is this what you want?” I growl into her kiss.

“Yes,” she whispers, her legs encircling my waist.

I’m lost in the taste of her on my tongue, in the feel of her body pressed against mine, in the blissful madness of her depravity. I want to own this beautiful creature, tame her, consume her, claim her so deeply that she never wants to touch another man but me.

Seraphine is my drug and I’m ready to overdose.

The box cutter falls to the ground with a clang, and Seraphine grinds her pussy against my aching cock.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Fuck,” I groan.

Her nails dig into my neck, and the pain pushes away the fog of lust. Alarm bells ring through my ears, warning that I’m about to cross a dangerous line behind which I can never retreat.

“Seraphine,” I groan. “I don’t want to be another guy that hurts you.”

“You won’t be,” she says through panting breaths. “I want this. I want you.”

“Fuck. You don’t understand. I’m not right for you. The way I fuck is rough, painful, wild. I can’t promise I won’t get carried away and do something I regret.”

She grabs my face with her bloody hands. “I don’t want gentle,” she says through clenched teeth. “I want you to take me, to make me feel alive. Please. I trust you.”

“Why?” I growl.

“Because you’re strong, you’re intense, and dangerous. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. There’s something about you I can’t resist.”

None of those reasons form a viable base for trust, but her words are the spark that ignites the flames of my libido. They flicker and burn through my resistance until I cave into temptation.

I want her exposed and writhing beneath me, but I can’t take off her clothes when I have her pinned to the wall, so I take a step back and set her on her feet.

Slumping against the wall, she stares up at me, her eyes glazed with lust. Her lips are red and swollen, only adding to her deadly allure.

I pick up the box cutter and make tiny slices through the straps of her tank top and down the waistband of her leggings, making sure to cut through her panties. There’s no time to get her naked. I’m too consumed with the need to pound into her sweet pussy.

She pants, her lips curling into a smile that makes my heart roar with triumph.

But it’s not enough.

I want to be the one who makes her face light up with rapture.

I lift Seraphine off her feet again and push her back up against the wall. She grips my shoulders so tightly I know it will leave marks and I don’t care.

Resting the backs of her legs over my forearms, I reach for the hole I made in her panties and rip it open wider. My fingers meet folds so slick with moisture that I can’t help but groan.

“Dirty girl,” I growl into her ear. “Did drilling through that bastard’s shaft get you so wet, or is that arousal for me?”

She trembles. “I kept thinking about you watching me touch him. I wanted to make you mad.”

“It worked.” I nip at her earlobe, and she gasps.

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