Chapter 53 Dante
I hooked my fingers under the edge of her shorts, yanking them down her legs in one swift motion. She kicked them aside, her breath hitching as the cool air of the penthouse hit her exposed pussy.
I dropped to my knees then, eye level with her core, the faint sheen of arousal already glistening there. Her scent hit me—musky, intoxicating—and I leaned in, tongue flicking out to trace her folds, tasting her sweetness mixed with the faint smokiness of her element.
She bucked against my mouth, a cry tearing from her throat as I sucked her clit between my lips, rolling it gently with my tongue. My hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, holding her open as I delved deeper, thrusting my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while the fire coiled around my wrists, hot but not harming, amplifying every sensation.
"Fuck—yes," she panted, her hips grinding against my face, smearing her wetness over my chin. I hummed in approval, the vibration making her thighs quake.
Standing abruptly, I captured her mouth again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moaned into the kiss, desperate, her nails raking down my back through my shirt. I fumbled with my belt, shoving my pants down just enough to free my cock, hard and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum.
I lifted her leg, hooking it over my hip, and positioned myself at her entrance.
She stopped me suddenly, her hand pressing flat against my chest, halting my advance just as the tip of my cock nudged her slick folds. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and vulnerable, the fire in them flickering like a hesitant flame.
"I need to tell you something," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath, trembling with a mix of nerves and that underlying hunger.
My mind raced, a cold spike of dread hitting me. Pregnant. The word echoed in my head, unbidden—images flashing of her swollen with some other bastard's kid, her body claimed before I even had a chance. Jealousy twisted in my gut, sharp and possessive, making my grip on her thigh tighten.
But then she leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear, her words soft and secret. "I've never been with a guy. I'm a virgin."
The tension snapped out of me like a released breath, replaced by a rush of heat that pooled low in my belly. Virgin. Mine to take. The thought ignited something primal, my cock throbbing harder against her entrance, pre-cum smearing over her wetness.
"Seraphine," I murmured, my voice rough, thumb stroking her cheek to ease the flush creeping up her neck. "You sure about this? About me?"
She nodded, biting her lower lip, her hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me closer despite the confession. "Yes. I want it to be you. Please."
That plea undid me. I kissed her slow this time, pouring reassurance into it, my tongue coaxing hers until she relaxed against the wall. My free hand cupped her breast through the bunched fabric of her dress, thumb circling her nipple until it pebbled hard under my touch.
"We'll go slow," I promised against her mouth, even as my body screamed to claim her. I rocked my hips gently, letting the head of my cock slide along her slit, coating myself in her arousal without pushing in. She whimpered, her legs parting wider, inviting.
Her fire responded, warm tendrils wrapping around us, not burning but caressing—like a lover's touch, heightening every nerve. I pressed forward, inch by careful inch, feeling the tight resistance of her virginity give way. She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, her walls clenching around me like a velvet fist.
"Fuck, you're so tight," I groaned, holding still once I was halfway in, letting her adjust. Sweat beaded on her skin, mixing with the faint glow of her element, and I kissed her forehead, her eyelids, murmuring, "Breathe, baby. I've got you."
She exhaled shakily, her body softening, and I pushed deeper, bottoming out with a shared moan. The stretch was intense for her—I could feel it in the way she trembled—but her eyes met mine, fierce and trusting. "Move," she urged, her voice husky.
I did. Slow thrusts at first, pulling back until just the tip remained, then sliding home again, building a rhythm that had her moaning with each stroke. Her pussy gripped me, slick and hot, the friction building as her fire licked along my back, urging me faster.
I hiked her other leg up, pinning her fully against the wall, my hands under her ass as I fucked her deeper. The angle hit her just right—her clit grinding against my pelvis with every thrust—and she cried out, head thrown back, exposing her throat.
I latched on, sucking a mark into her skin, possessive and dark, while my hips snapped harder. "Mine," I growled, feeling her flutter around me, close to the edge. "All mine."
"Yes—oh god, yes!" She shattered then, her orgasm crashing over her, pussy spasming wildly, milking my cock as she came with a scream that echoed off the penthouse walls. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls.
I followed, burying myself deep and unloading, hot spurts of cum flooding her virgin depths, marking her from the inside out. We clung together, panting, her fire dimming to a soft glow as I lowered her legs, keeping her close.
But even as we caught our breath, her hand trailed down my chest, eyes darkening with renewed want. "More," she whispered, and I smirked, already hardening again.
I had Seraphine bent over my office desk. The wood creaked under our weight as I drove into her from behind, my cock buried to the hilt in her tight heat. She was still slick from our earlier round, her walls clenching around me with every thrust, pulling me deeper. Her moans filled the room, muffled against the polished surface where she'd braced her hands, knuckles white from gripping the edge.
"Fuck, you feel even better like this," I growled, one hand fisting her hair to arch her back, the other digging into her hip to hold her steady. I snapped my hips forward, the slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls, her ass jiggling with the force. She pushed back against me, meeting my rhythm, her body begging for more even as she whimpered from the stretch.
Sweat slicked our skin, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. I reached around, fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing firm circles that made her buck and cry out. "Come on, baby, squeeze me just like that," I urged, feeling her flutter around my length, so close to tipping over the edge again.
The door burst open without a knock, and Lucian strode in, his face set in that urgent mask he wore when shit hit the fan. "It's urgent—" he started, voice cutting off mid-sentence as his eyes landed on us.