Page 126 of Taming Seraphine

Seraphine likes pain in specific amounts. I could tell that much from the way she reacted to the nipple clamps.

My cock aches, feeling on the verge of exploding, but my protective instincts force me to make sure she’s mentally and physically ready. I rub her clit, making her buck against my hand and moan.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, my voice rough. “You like it when I play with your clit?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Do you want more?”

“Please,” she whispers and grips my shoulders even tighter as I caress her bud with gentle strokes. Her hips move against my hands, and my nostrils fill with the heady scent of arousal.

My baser instincts scream at me to take her, to bury my cock into her tight heat and fuck her until she’s mine. I rein back those urges, reminding myself that this might be her first time having consensual sex.

Sliding two fingers into her entrance, I trail kisses all along her neck and chest. The pad of my thumb brushes against her clit, making her keen.

“That’s right, angel,” I growl in her ear. “You’re making such pretty noises for me.”

Curling my fingers, I stroke her walls, pushing her higher and higher until her nails are digging into the skin on the back of my neck and she’s panting against my ear.

She wraps her legs around my hips, making my cock push painfully against my fly. It’s desperate, aching, straining to break. I pull down my zipper, and it springs free.

“Is this what you want?” I rasp.

“Yes,” she whispers. “God yes.”

“Remember, you asked for this,” I growl. “If it gets too much, you’re going to use a safe word.”

“Red to stop and yellow to slow down?” she asks through ragged breaths.

It takes a second of me wondering how the fuck she would know something like that until I remember our trip to the Wonderland fetish store. She must have read one of the books the sales clerk convinced her to add to the cart.

“Got it.” I pick up the pace of my strokes, my cock thickening as her walls clench around my digits. When they quiver with the telltale twitches of orgasm, I press my lips against her ear.

“Let go, angel. Come all over my fingers like a good girl.”

Her breath hitches, and her back arches. I circle her clit with my thumb, and within seconds, she’s screaming my name. She convulses and jerks, her pussy closing in around my fingers with tight spasms that force all my blood to rush to my cock.

Shit.

I haven’t even fucked her yet, haven’t claimed her, but in that moment I make a silent vow: I will never let her go.

FORTY-EIGHT

SERAPHINE

I’m clinging to Leroi’s neck with my back pressed against the wall, my ankles locked around his hips. Every inch of me still convulsing from the orgasm he gave me with his fingers. I clench around his thick digits, wanting more, needing it, but they remain still.

His chest heaves against mine and his hot breath fans against the side of my face. His grip around my legs loosens as if he wants to put me back on my feet.

“We’re not finished,” I murmur against his neck.

“Still not satisfied, angel?”

“No.”

“Tell me what you need.”

My lips tighten. I already told him at least a hundred times. Does he want me to beg? Probably, considering I flirted with Miko and then complimented Paolo’s greasy dick.

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