Page 154 of Taming Seraphine

No woman has ever matched me so perfectly or ever will. Seraphine has cut a hole through my ribcage and captured my heart. Her pussy spasms, pulling me out of my musings.

“You’re mine,” I growl.

“Yours,” she says through gasping breaths.

The intensity builds and builds. I’m pounding into her, my balls slapping against her flesh, my mind battling through the sensations of her tight walls. My body tenses, and I clench my jaw, trying to hold off an explosive orgasm. She continues thrusting backward, testing me, pushing me, making me teeter on the bring of euphoria, making me lose control.

“Oh god,” she moans.

“Come for me, angel,” I growl from between clenched teeth.

Her head shakes from within my grip. “You first.”

I release my hold on her hips, slide my fingers between her wet folds, and find her clit. With frantic movements, I tap the little bundle of nerves in time to our thrusts until her muscles close so tightly that my movements fall shallow.

“Come for me,” I growl. “Now.”

“Oh!”

When her muscles quiver and her breaths quicken, I know she’s close. I continue the steady rhythm of my fingers and cock, pushing her over the edge. “Seraphine,” I snarl. “I told you to come.”

She convulses, her muscles clamping around my shaft as though her sadistic little pussy wants to put it off.

The thought of her castrating me with her cunt breaks my self control. I thrust into her once, twice, my balls imploding and expelling a lifetime of release. I come so hard it feels like she’s sucking out my soul. She can have it.

“Fuck!” I roar.

Her lower body collapses, and I roll us off the log and to the side. I position her to my front and curl an arm around her waist, holding her tight, never wanting to let her go.

She trembles and squeezes around my shaft.

“Are you cold?” I ask.

She shakes her head.

“Seraphine, what’s wrong?”

“That was so...” she replies, her voice thick with unshed tears. “So...”

My breath shallows as I wait for her to complete her sentence. That was the most intense fuck of my life, although I’m sure that’s what I said the last time. I’ve never fucked anyone whose spirit was so closely attuned to mine.

Seraphine doesn’t complete her sentence, seeming overcome with the intensity of the moment. I press a kiss on her head.

“It’s alright, angel. I know.”

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks.

“When?”

“That I was yours?” She gazes up at me, looking even more vulnerable than she did when I found her in the basement.

My heart swells in my chest. She was off limits for a reason. I never thought someone so innocent and vulnerable belonged with a monster like me, but that was before I saw what was beneath her pretty exterior. Seraphine is more than my perfect match, she gives my life a new meaning. Everything I have endured was to prepare me for Seraphine.

I tighten the embrace. “I meant every fucking word. You’re mine, whether you want me or not.”

“And you’re mine, too?”

“Always.”

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