Taming Seraphine

LEROI

Seraphine clings to my shoulders and gazes up at me through heavy-lidded eyes. I’m so proud of the way she took charge of her own pleasure and came apart around my fingers.

I hold her close as she catches her breath, seeming too boneless to follow my instructions. There’s no sign of the mischievous little devil who jerked my cock to the brink of madness and made me shoot all over the airbags.

If the only way to make her submit is with pleasure, then she’s about to get more than she can handle.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, I guide her off my lap and position her on her hands and knees. Her arms tremble, and she drops her head to the ground. Her hair has lightened to a darker shade of blonde and spreads out like a dirty halo.

“You’re so beautiful with your ass pointing at the sky,” I whisper, my hands tracing the curve of her little red ass. “Now open your legs.”

Her knees shuffle further apart, displaying her engorged clit and glistening pink pussy. I savor the sight for several heartbeats, my cock already hard and straining against my fly.

If she was any other woman, I would pound into that tight heat and fuck her mercilessly until she screamed my name. But this is Seraphine. I need to check in with her after everything she’s suffered.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, my voice raw with need.

“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.

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.”

She swallows hard. “Today was the first time I ever had a chance to run.”

I understand her meaning immediately. She’s describing the invisible cage the Capellos placed over her mind, making her think her brother would die if she tried to escape.

Those bastards had a fucking nerve. She could have sought help from the police or even from her targets. Making her believe staying with them was the only thing keeping Gabriel alive was sick and twisted.

“You will never have to worry about becoming anyone’s captive again,” I say with so much conviction that my voice trembles.

“But Samson⁠—”

“Will die, just like those bastards who touched your mother.”

“What if he’s ready for us?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll find a way, even if it means the two of us sneaking into his hideout through heating ducts.” When Seraphine’s lips part to ask another question, I add, “But I’ll stand back and let you kill him in the most painful method he deserves.”

“Leroi,” she whispers, and brings her mouth to mine.

I kiss back, but as I slide my tongue between her lips, the air fills with the sound of gunshots.