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“N-no penetration, back or front,” he grunted, voice shaking. “Touch me. Touch me, Sera.”
But she paused to look up at him as she asked, “Can I put my mouth on you? Taste you?”
He bit his lip. “Fuck yeah. My body is yours. Put your mouth wherever you want. Please.”
At his words, she dipped her head between his legs, licking him.
He made a raw sound then, full of need and hunger, while spreading wider for her, and it dug into her skin, refusing to let go. She liked that sound. Loved it, in fact, so she kept going. He was slick and hard, but also soft—familiar but not—and he tasted so fucking good. Goddamn. She humped the bed, searching for friction on her pulsing clit as Toro—no,Julián, her Julián, throbbed on her tongue. She learned the contours of him with just the flicks and glide of her tongue. Learned where to linger, when to apply pressure, and when to ease up. And when she added fingers, stroking him as he melted on her tongue, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, to hold it. As if she had a problem staring into his eyes while she gave him pleasure. While she made him feel good. While she showed him how she felt about his body.
His lips parted when she stroked him, teeth appearing, expression all twisted up in a beautiful grimace of ecstasy. He was hot in her hand, slippery, and she licked her lips, tasting him while staring deep into his eyes. The sight of him like that had her nipples hard all over again, between her legs slick while her entire body pulsed. She liked that look on him. Helpless arousal. Hunger. Sweet agony. She made him feel like that. The knowledge suffused her chest with warmth and had her tightening her grip on him.
He sucked in a breath, lurching upright. “Sera.” Gravel in that voice. He sounded wrecked. Destroyed. Because of her.
There’d been so many instances of her feeling powerful over the years but this moment felt the most important, the most precious, watching Toro come apart for her. He did it so beautifully, body jerking, arching as wet heat covered her knuckles.
He sagged onto the bed and she released him to crawl up his body and fling herself onto his chest. He grabbed her, clinging to her with his face in her neck, his rough pants and hot breaths filling her ear. She stroked his arm, his neck, tugged on his earlobe. And for the longest time, they remained like that, all twisted up in each other. He didn’t release her. His bruising embrace never let up.
She lifted her head and gazed down at him. “Are you okay?”
He snorted, pulling back to meet her eyes. His expression was unreadable when he asked, “You know I’m in love with you, right?”
16
The first personToro ever told he loved them had patted his arm awkwardly and thanked him. That response had crushed him so badly, he’d felt as if his heart had shriveled up and died then. At least that was what he’d told his uncle when he’d called Daniel to cry about it. Then he’d lost an entire weekend in Miami after getting shit-faced.
But that couldn’t have been love. Not when compared to what he felt for Seraphina now. She stared at him with luminous eyes after his confession. He didn’t expect her to reciprocate his words or feelings or to even acknowledge them at all, but Toro couldn’t keep it inside. It was too big. Way bigger than what little room his heart took up inside his chest. Those feelings were only growing.
He had to let it out.
She didn’t speak. Seraphina rolled onto him, limbs straddling his, her chin pressed to the middle of his chest as she stared at him. His stomach clenched when he took in her expression. “What?” he rasped. “You’ve got that look on your face like... Is it pity?” Pity was worse than hate.
She pursed her lips. “It must be hard, to find yourself feeling that way about me.” Her tone was— Was that regret in there?
Toro shook his head. “There’s no easy or hard. There’s just what is.”
She touched his jaw, fingers trailing up his left cheek then back down to his throat and Adam’s apple. When she shifted, her wet pussy dragged along his thigh. He swallowed a hiss. “You’re a good man, Julián. Your mother raised you right.”
He snorted. “That’s what you wanna do, talk about my mother while you’re rubbing that hot cunt on my thigh?”
Her lips quirked, lashes lowering. “What should I do with it?”
“Bring it up here.” He licked his lips, mouth already watering. “Sit it on my face. Smother me with it.”
She lifted off him and Toro slid down on the pillow, positioning himself just right. Fuck, he swore he saw heaven when she lowered herself onto his face.
Fucking tease, she took her time though, dragging all that soft wetness from his forehead down to his nose.Hmm.He inhaled her scent with a shudder, hands coming up to clasp her thighs, to force her to his mouth. But she settled on him before he could, parking that pretty pussy where his tongue could reach.
The first swipe of his tongue through her folds had him moaning louder than she was. And she was loud, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, rocking on him. Shit, he couldn’t breathe but it didn’t matter because her scent was all up in his nostrils and her taste had his mouth watering. It was that good.
“Julián!”
Fuck, he loved it when she called him that. Proved that he was more to her than whatever she claimed. Proved that she cared. Her thighs quivered, knees on either side pressing against his ears. That was painful, but he took it as the price he had to pay for eating the best meal he’d ever had. So he sucked her clit into his mouth and pushed two fingers into her.
Ah. God, when those muscles squeezed him… Made him want to flip her onto her hands and knees and ram into her. He held himself back, just barely. Instead, he managed to focus on burying his face in her juices, drinking her down. She was so wet, it felt as if he were drowning in it, but he kept on diving, holding her steady, nails digging into her thighs as she pulled his hair out of his scalp.
He scraped her clit with his teeth and she bucked on him, her pussy fisting the two digits he had buried in her core.
“Shit!”That was a shriek. Seraphina Cook shrieked for him.
