Page 128 of Taming Seraphine

Leroi pounds into me with a hard thrust that fills my vision with fireworks. I cry out, my muscles closing so tightly around his length that his thrusts become quick and shallow.

“Just like that,” he groans. “Take it all.”

“Leroi,” I moan through gasps.

“I know, angel. I know.” He grabs the side of my face, and our gazes lock.

“Now, scream for me,” he growls and picks up speed, pounding into me with abandon.

I release a choked cry.

“That’s it baby,” he croons. “Let me hear you come.”

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my senses, and I yell his name. Throughout the orgasm, I claw his back, my muscles tightening and contracting around his impossibly thick shaft.

Leroi’s thrusts quicken and become erratic, pushing me higher and higher. His breathing grows hot and heavy, and his gaze penetrates mine with an intensity that fills my entire vision. With a full body shudder, he lets out a guttural moan, his release filling my pussy with warmth.

“Mine,” he growls.

Arching my back, I push against him and squeeze around his length, trying to milk every last drop of his pleasure. His grip tightens on my hips and we stay locked together, his head resting against my temple, our hearts pounding in unison.

Tears sting the backs of my eyes as we breathe the same air. Until this moment, I never noticed I had a void, but this has filled my heart to bursting. I’ve never felt so connected to another human being. We’re so close that our souls touch.

Dozens of men have tried to make me their possession, but Leroi is the only one who has ventured beyond my looks and welcomed my darkness. It almost feels like a bond of unconditional acceptance.

He’s nothing like the others.

Nothing like the targets who picked me up at parties or nightclubs. Nothing like the bastards who saw a young girl they picked up off the street and wanted to exploit for their own sick pleasures. Nothing like the vermin I killed.

I bask in his presence, feeling a strange sense of completion that verges on pain. I never want this moment to end. My mind is as still as the night’s sky, its darkness lit up by twinkling stars. A bright full moon casts a velvet hue over my spirit, and I know deep in my heart that it’s coming from Leroi.

My pulse slows, my breath evens, and my muscles melt into bliss.

Leroi draws back a few inches to give me space, but he never lets go of the side of my face. Instead, he gazes into my eyes as though he wants to connect to my soul.

Finally, he breaks the silence and says, “Now that I’ve had you, I can’t ever let you go. You’re mine, Seraphine. Every beautiful piece of you.”

My heart swells, infusing the rest of my body with giddy warmth. His words wrap my broken pieces in a cocoon of safety and love.

“Yours,” I whisper, meaning every word. “And you’re mine.”

Nodding, he smiles and presses a soft kiss on my lips. It’s chaste and brief and carries a heart full of emotions.

Leroi truly accepts all of me, including the parts that are twisted and dark.

I’m no longer alone.

I finally belong.

I rest my head against his shoulder and let my eyes flutter shut. This thing between us feels real. So heartwarmingly real. So heartbreakingly real.

Despite what he’s said, I’m not naïve enough to stake my life on words uttered in the heat of the moment. Men will say anything to get what they want, even if that’s something as simple as adulation. They can be perfectly protective and loving until they’re not.

But I can hope.

I can dream.

Can’t I?

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