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SERAPHINA

A violent bolt of hot pleasure ripples through me, my hips bucking with such force, I might have fallen over if he wasn't holding me so tightly. My head falls back as I gasp.

His fingers are large, but I'm loose and wet and need more than just two fingers. My body craves the pain and pleasure of getting so filled, I can barely think.

Soren inhales. "Gods, Seraphina. I could fuck you right now and you would take all of me."

My hands tighten on his shoulder, chest rising and falling as he adds a third finger. The burn is nothing at all like I expected. My walls clamp down around him like a vise, trying to adjust against the wide stretch, and the sounds that escape me echo in the hall, making it sound so damn dirty.

I look down. Soren watches me with wide eyes, vulnerable in a way that makes the knots in my stomach loosen. He looks stricken by me. Like a piece finally unraveled. "Beautiful," he says.

Clench. The suction noises of his fingers getting sucked into me makes me momentarily wild.

My nails break skin as I bear down hard, driving his fingers all the way to the hilt.

"This is all you wanted, isn't it?" My voice is breathy, needy, and I have to stop myself from moving in a circle around his fingers.

"If I let you fuck me, will you return me to the streets like the 'stray' I am? "

He looks offended, eyes blazing like a furnace, lips pulled tight into a line.

His response to me is pulling his fingers out of me and just when I think he'll shove me off him, he grabs my hair, pulling it out of its bun, only to wrap it around his fist and wrench it down with enough force to make my neck hurt.

"You are that eager to leave?" His hot breath skims my neck.

No. My throat works. "Yes."

"Where would you go?" His hold tightens but it doesn't yet hurt. "Callahan's pack?"

Maybe I've lost my mind somewhere tonight but all I want to do is provoke him. "Obviously."

Soren's breathing changes drastically. His voice does, too. "I'll die before I let that happen." It sounds like a promise, one I do not understand until...

A scream rips from my throat as canines sink into my neck mercilessly. The pain is absolute, consuming my every thought. I am plunged into a numbing darkness, my limbs rendered completely useless as he cuts deeper, his tongue lapping harder.

And then, it happens. Like a floodgate has been pried open, lust slams into me, flowing from that singular puncture point to the rest of my body. The silk feels like too much, his hands on me feel like burning rods and my pussy aches with need.

I rub against him, wanting more than his teeth inside me.

My mind is far too gone, thoughts drowned in a pool of desire that can only be sated by him.

I do not know or remember why he shouldn't be touching me.

I don't know how I have stayed away from him for so long.

There is nothing as right as his touch. His teeth belong in my neck, his tongue on my skin. I've never wanted anything so bad.

He lifts me off his lap effortlessly, setting me on the edge of the table.

Silverware and glasses scrape back or crash into the ground, spilling food I never would have been able to afford a year ago, but I can't bring myself to blink twice this time.

Not when Soren is on his knees between my thighs.

Not as he kisses my instep and places my calves over his shoulder.

His breath tickles the inside of my thighs and my breath catches, eyes fluttering closed.

"Open your eyes, Sera," he orders, his lips closer to my core now. When I do, it is to see his gaze set on my soaking middle. A single claw grows from his pointer finger, snapping the thin band of my panties and it falls to the side, revealing my slit.

Soren's dark lashes flutter slowly, his eyes darkening as he inches closer and sniffs.

A deep rattle escapes him and his voice doesn't at all belong to him when he says, "Watch me while I taste you, Seraphina.

Commit to memory the face and hands of the man touching you right now, and understand that this will happen again the next time you call his name while I am inside you. "

Fear pushes my heart into an overdrive at the menace radiating off of him, but it loses the war against lust as I begin to writhe, hips bucking to his breath on my clit.

I dreamt of this too many times since he talked me through touching myself.

I dreamt of his dark gaze on my aching nipples, tracing a line of fire down to my pussy.

I'd dreamt of Soren watching me while I slept and his hands roaming in my semi-conscious state.

And when I woke up alone, I had felt disappointed, creeping over to my bedroom door and cracking it open just to peer at him sleeping in my own bed, shirtless, my light sheets and pillows all over his large frame.

It was morbid curiosity. And then, I just liked watching him sleep. There had been nothing more to it. Just a little, childish crush on my husband. One that freaked me out enough to make me bury it under walls of seriousness and averted gazes.

And maybe that is why it is so hard to get my body under control where he is concerned, why my nipples begged to be touched, or why the silk feels like too much on my skin right now.

Because he has conditioned my body into feeling safe around him.

Into wanting him. So much that all he needs to do is touch me and I'm wanting.

A breathless cry slips from me when he sucks my clit into his mouth and catches it softly between his teeth. My stomach clenches and sweat dots my skin as I grip the table hard enough to cause bruises on my palms.

I can't tell what he'll do next. Bite me or lick me. It's driving me crazy and?—

He bites down and I yelp at the pain that radiates from the spot, forcing all the blood in my body to focus on where his teeth clamp down.

My eyes water and I don't dare move. Not until he flattens his tongue against the spot, licking from clit to slit and back. Another cry explodes from my throat and my calves tremble. "Soren."

He spreads my thighs further apart, burying his face in my pussy and I feel his tongue slide lower, lapping at my entrance. His groan is hot against me, something about the way I taste, but I'm barely paying attention as I grip his hair tight enough that I know it had to hurt.

In retaliation, he bites me again, harder and flicks his tongue over the soreness almost immediately, confusing me with both pain and pleasure.

And then his tongue plunges into my sex, tasting, devouring, and from the slick sounds filling the air, I'm wetter than I've ever been in my life. Dripping down his chin. My insides clamp down on air and I whimper, "Please."

He ignores me, eating me out leisurely, until my entire being trembles from the pressure that doesn't build or ebb. Until I am in a state of arousal and frustration, jerking my hips for any form of friction.

As if he was waiting for that, he jerks back, only to impale me with his fingers in a brutal shove that has me blacking out temporarily. I don't even realize I am experiencing an orgasm until my insides start to quiver, my body going off in spasms.

When I come to, Soren's standing. His green eyes track every expression as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks my glistening arousal off them.

My cheeks sting and I look away, unable to hold his gaze. I just let him go down on me and I liked it. Begged for it. Worse yet, I want more. Need more like my next breaths depend on it.

"Look at me," Soren says, voice hoarse.

I keep my eyes trained on the ceiling, noting the chandeliers and?—

A hand clamps on the back of my neck, forcing my gaze to scary, dark ones. "There is so much you don't know. I will explain, but I need you to listen to every word I speak."

I smack his hand off. "I'm not interested in any more of your lies."

"The only thing I ever lied about was letting you go whenever you wanted.

" He braces his hands on either side of me, leaning in until I can smell myself on him.

It is oddly erotic, so much so my nipples stand at attention.

Fuck me, this can't be happening. "You can hardly fault me for that. Any man would want to keep?—"

"I'm not an animal or trophy to be kept," I snap.

Soren looks at me like I've grown another head. "No, but it doesn't change the truth. My truth. I want to keep you, own you, fuck you, breathe you, embed myself into your head, your skin, your fucking blood."

It's too much to process all at once and I shake my head. "Stop talking. I'm not having a conversation with a mad man."

"Well then. We'll talk after, since you're more interested in fighting me." He suddenly grips my chemise in a fist and raises it over my head so fast, I barely feel the sting as the straps snap against my skin.

I gasp, hugging my see-through brassiere. "I will scream if you touch me."

He shrugs off his shirt easily, letting it land with the rest of our clothes and moves in for his belt while my eyes grow wider and wider.

He wouldn't. He really wouldn't dare. His dark hair falls over his eyes as he raises them to mine again.

"Not the way I would have liked to make you scream but be my guest. You have no idea how hard your voice makes me. "

I part my lips to indeed scream, but Soren's lips are on mine and I forget at the first stroke of his tongue against mine. It starts slow, teasing, like a lover joking around, but Soren groans into my mouth and the sound undoes me.

Everything goes out of control then. Both of us. The world. Our bodies. He picks me off the table and when he sets us down, it is to his cock nudging against my entrance.

His kisses devour my gasps. I hadn't even noticed him take it out of his briefs earlier. It is large enough to make me concerned, large enough to make me yelp as he pushes the tip against me.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he moans, scattering lavish kisses along my neck. "I'm sorry."