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She closed the space between them, crawling into his lap, face pressed to his throat, lips on him gentle and featherlight, but they shattered him still. She stroked his naked chest, her curious fingers finding and tracing his scars.
Toro squeezed his eyes shut against their sudden burn.
But he reopened them when Seraphina lifted her head… just in time to watch her pull her nightie off and toss it aside.
Then she stroked his bottom lip with her thumb, eyes glistening with need now. With lust. With want. For him. “Get you one of them dicks you’ve been bragging about and give me new memories, Julián.”
Toro wrapped his arms around her, burying his face between her gorgeous tits.
And he exhaled.
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He wantedto give her new memories. Wipe away the bad ones. Seraphina didn’t tell Toro that here, in his lap with his arm around her like a steel band, was the safest place she’d ever been. She didn’t tell him how much she loved and hated that reality.
He released her just long enough to retrieve a strap-on with a dildo that looked to be almost seven inches long, nice and girthy and with a generous curve to it, matching his skin tone. Just the sight of it had her drooling.
Now, in his arms, she sighed when he kissed her throat, his lips traveling across her clavicle. There wasn’t a spot on her body he didn’t touch, didn’t own, and she loved that.
Hated it too.
Right now, she wouldn’t change a thing.
He put her down against the pillows and crawled over her. She was helpless against the urge to touch him everywhere she could reach, so she did while gazing up into his eyes. They were filled with adoration and fierce possession, and his assessment of her made her feel something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.
Happiness.
She arched under his kisses, moaning when his hands coasted down her sides, settling on her waist. Squeezing. She wanted to call his name but didn’t want to break the spell that had been cast. So she stroked her fingers through his hair, writhing when he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Then the other. The hot and wet suction had her soaked—top and bottom—in no time at all. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips, hands moving from his hair to his back to dig and claw at him.
She hadn’t ever known pleasure like this fire that burned between them. Every stroke of his fingertips had her undulating, panting, words all tangled up in her throat. Words of begging. Pleading. In his arms, under his reverent touch, she saw all the things she’d been missing, all the things she’d been deprived of. It took this man, so much younger, to show her.
Seraphina tried to respond in kind, to show him that she wanted what he gave, that she craved it. When he finally finished tormenting her nipples and eased lower, she gave him her sounds, her moans, and every breath that shuddered out of her lungs. He deserved that. He deserved to know what he did to her.
He deserved the scream that ripped from her when he pressed his face to her core and sucked her clit into his mouth. Thick fingers entered her slickness, thrusting, twisting, delving to the deepest parts of her. She pushed back into him, hips rocking and circling as she fucked his face. He groaned for her, making hungry sounds that spurred her on. Some long-buried part of her wanted to give him everything at that moment. Shit, at that moment and all the moments before.
Toro ate her pussy with gusto, face and hands all up in. Every swipe of his tongue sent her senses reeling and she squeezed her eyes shut, reaching for him blindly, fisting his hair and then pulling him even closer to her. His tongue was her favorite. His fingers too.
No,hewas. Toro was her favorite thing. She didn’t want to lose him, spoil him, regret him.
He stayed between her legs, three fingers knuckle-deep inside her, working her over as if he’d made a study of her body and knew all her secret spots. He wrung cries from her until her throat ached, and he brought her to the edge, time and time again, only to retreat.
The intensity of it burned her eyes, tears leaking out from under her closed lashes. “Julián.” The roughest, most ragged whisper. “Please.”
He grunted in response, and she swore she felt him smile against her pussy. His thumb slid over her clit, stroking,stroking. Her body tightened, knees drawing up; everything got brighter and brighter behind her eyes.
Then she shattered. The scream tore from her throat as the force of the orgasm pinned her down. She couldn’t move, limbs locked in place as she spasmed. Toro didn’t stop touching her, licking her, nosing her clit. Blood roared in her ears while her heart raced frantically.
He stayed with her all the way, fingers making shallow thrusts into her, and she clenched around him uncontrollably. She couldn’t stop it and as if he knew, he smoothed a hand over her belly, dropping tiny kisses to the insides of her thighs.
“Sera.”
So much longing in that tone. She pried her eyes open and took him in. His heavy-lidded gaze. His face glistening with her juices. As she watched, he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and rose onto his knees. His chest heaved, stomach contracting. His expression was the thing that spurred her upright though. All that tender shit he had no business feeling for her bled from his pores and was written starkly across his features.
Her body still quaked but she sat up and went to him, mimicking his position on her knees before him. She touched him, hands spanning the width of his shoulders. His skin was so hot under her touch, so smooth. He watched her closely but didn’t move except for the muscles that jumped when she touched his chest. He made it her move. Her decision. Her choice.
She held on to him with a hand at his hip then leaned forward, kissing his neck, inhaling him. He moaned and she put her mouth on him, licking his neck then lower, pressing her lips to the scars on his chest before moving downward. He cupped the back of her head, fingers trembling as she kissed her way down his abs.
“Tell me what to do. What you like,” she whispered.
