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She remembered their exchange about his name the night before. “Also, his name is Toro. Please address him as such.” Julián was for her only. Her skin heated and she glanced up to find Toro’s eyes on her, something deep and intense brewing in there.
“Everybody out,” he barked.
Footsteps squeaked on her tiled floor as the others left, but she didn’t pay them any attention. She was too intrigued by Toro—by Julián—as he grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up onto the counter, stepping in between her thighs.
She hugged him. Arms, legs. Hell, even her pussy wanted to welcome him back. “Julián.” She touched his face and his eyes flashed.
Dangerous. “Hope you’re not too hungry.” His voice rumbled over her skin.
“W-why?”
He pushed her thighs open and cupped her core. “’Cause I’m going back for seconds.”
Shit. She lifted her right leg onto the counter, spreading herself open for him, mentally blessing whatever foresight it was that made her put on a wrap dress. And no underwear. “Go ’head. Put your mouth on her. Show me what you’re all about.”
He sank to his knees with a smirk. “As if you didn’t already know.”
8
Seraphina wentslack against him after yet another orgasm, and Toro got off his aching knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The tiled kitchen floor wasn’t conducive to his new favorite activity of drowning in Seraphina’s cunt at every opportunity, but he’d endured worse for more meager rewards.
Standing to his full height, he took her in. Her eyes were closed, chest heaving, nipples pebbled against her berry-colored dress that was flipped up to expose her lower half. With the windows open, the sun’s rays landed on her skin, making it glow. Her makeup was subtle, but still beautifully done, though she would need to reapply her lipstick. But she was breathtaking, especially when he had her taste on his tongue, her juices cooling on his chin, and her scent all up in his nostrils. Hell, he also had her scratches on the back of his neck from those nails of hers that doubled as weapons, but he loved that shit.
He loved the way she moved, the way she took her pleasure with no apologies. He loved the way she demanded. The way she closed her knees around his head, trapping him, when he nipped on her clit. Mostly, he loved that he could do all those things to her now.
He wanted that all the time.
One of her eyes cracked open and she frowned, straightening to a seated position on the counter. “What?”
Toro couldn’t refrain from touching her. He didn’t even try. He stroked her bottom lip with a thumb. “You’re beautiful.” Which was the grossest of understatements. She was fucking air and he kept inhaling, taking her into his lungs. She was religion, her pussy a shrine, and he’d spend his days worshiping at it if she’d let him.
She touched him back, a palm in the middle of his chest. “I know.”
Those two words were spoken without guile, without attitude, without anything but just straight facts. She knew who she was. Her worth. “I love that.” He stepped fully into the cradle of her splayed body. Her right leg remained propped up on the counter and he touched it, sliding a hand up from her calf, stopping at the back of her knee. “I love that,” he murmured again, nudging her with his chin, dropping kisses to her nose, her jaw. “Your confidence. It’s…” He exhaled. “Intoxicating.”
“It took work to get to where I am now.” She hugged him close, legs dropping to wrap around his waist, fingers digging into his shoulders. “There was a time when I dimmed my light,” she told him softly. “I gave my power to men who could never measure up to me. I let a man think for me, talk for me, choose for me, act for me.”
He couldn’t imagine the person she described. Couldn’t imagine a version of Seraphina who wasn’t the baddest, the boldest, the brightest. Toro pinched her chin gently, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. Shadowed memories spun in those dark eyes, making him wish he could take away whatever unpleasantness and difficulties she’d faced. But she didn’t need him for that. He had no doubt that she was strong enough, woman enough, ruthless enough to do it herself. “Do you think I’ll be one of those men you just described?”
Her lips curved, eyes dimming. “Why would you be? You’re only here for a month.”
Right. But look at the way she held him close, like she couldn’t bear to let him go. He didn’t respond to that though because he had no plans to go anywhere once the month was up. Instead, Toro bumped her forehead with his, wrapping his arms around her.
And he kissed her.
Just a brush of lips, until she sighed and melted into him, lips parting. Her tongue came out to play and he eagerly joined the party, fingers flexing at her hips. Eating her pussy was his new mission in life, but there was something about tasting Seraphina like this. Her words might label this thing temporary, but her kisses said differently. Her kisses said she wasn’t there for the quickness. She met him stroke for stroke, moaning, legs tightening around him, nails dragging up and down his spine.
Making him growl.
Making him shiver.
Her touch promised things her words never could, so Toro listened to all the ways her body spoke—her tongue in his mouth, her fingers on his skin, her body straining closer.
“Ma’am?” A knock came from just outside of the kitchen. “The driver will be ready in twenty minutes.”
Toro broke the kiss with a wet sound. “Going somewhere?”
Her tongue slid over her lips, eyes unfocused. “Meeting.”
