Page 153 of Taming Seraphine

“Please, fuck me,” she moans.

Fuck.

“Is that what you want, my filthy little angel? To fill your hungry pussy with my cock?”

She whimpers.

“Use your words.”

“Please.” Her voice breaks. “Now.”

Gripping the base of my shaft, I rub my tip up and down over her clit, dragging it through her wetness, teasing her sweet pussy. The gurgled cry she makes goes straight to my balls.

“I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, then fill you with my cum. You’ll take every drop until it’s dripping down your legs.”

“Leroi, please.” She’s openly sobbing, her beautiful little body shaking with the force of her need.

No woman has ever cried so prettily for my cock or with so much raw need. I take hold of her hip, press my crown against her slick entrance, and slide in with one deep thrust.

The satisfied groan she makes goes straight to my balls. I lean against her bare back, threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck. The strands feel like silk against my palm, and I grip tight.

Seraphine cries out.

The muscles of her core close in on me with a grip as strong as her fist. I twist my fingers into her hair, making her whimper.

“Feel how hard you make me?” I growl into her ear.

Her skin is slick with sweat, and she trembles beneath me, chanting her words over and over until they’re nothing more than a continuous whine.

“Leroi, please. Leroi, please. Leroi, please.”

She picks up speed, and with a harsh sob, rocks backward, taking me in deeper. Fuck. She’s pulling pleasure from my cock the way she did with my fingers.

“Say it again,” I demand.

She moves her hips back and forth. “Leroi, please fuck me.”

“You beg so beautifully for my cock.”

It’s no exaggeration. Her voice is a siren’s song, and I’m entranced.

“You like that, don’t you? You love it when I fuck you into submission.”

Using her hair as my reins, I draw my hips back and slam back into her with a snap of my hips that makes her howl. I want to ride her to oblivion, claim every delicious inch of her for my own, but not until I get that final word of consent.

“Yes!” she cries.

My thrusts are merciless, deep and fast, but she meets each stroke with the same intensity, creating a friction that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“That’s it,” I rasp, my lips brushing her neck. “Fuck this cock and take your pleasure.”

“Ah, yes,” she moans as she pushes back, her wet heat closing in on me with an intensity that makes me shiver.

Sex with Seraphine is like discovering the angel you’re fucking is a wanton succubus. No other woman I’ve slept with fucked back with such enthusiasm, even the ones who boast that they love it rough. It’s like heaven conspired to create me the perfect companion to fulfill my every need.

We move together in perfect rhythm, my senses filling with her strawberry scent. I never knew Seraphine could be this passionate about something other than murder and torture. As pleasure coils low in my gut, I imagine our future.

We’ll kill every bastard on her list, including Samson, find her brother, and provide him with healthcare. We’ll move him into the apartment next door, but Seraphine will stay with me.

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