I kissed her shoulder, slow and possessively because I didn’t give a fuck what Dorian believed. This woman would always be mine.
“Take off your clothes,” I murmured.
“You touch her, and you’re dead!” Dorian screamed. “You’re dead, you bastard!”
A dark chuckle escaped me. “I’m going to do more than touch her,” I told Dorian with a smirk on my face. “I’m going to fuck her until she screams my name over and over again. She’s always been mine. Now it’s time I show you who she belongs to.”
Lorenzo had already slipped out of the room before I claimed the woman I loved, mind, soul, and body in front of the man who believed she was his possession. That she was his property to destroy. Nobody owned Seraphina, and I was about to give her power back to her.
She stood before me, naked and quaking not from fear but from want. It had been years since I’d seen her like this. Even though she wasn’t as curvy as she once was, she was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
I stepped closer to her, ignoring Dorian’s curses and threats to kill me, and fuck her in my blood, as my fingers trailed down the side of her face, across her collarbone, then down to her left breast. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I brushed my thumb across the hardened peak. “I missed you, baby.”
I leaned in and her eyes closed, but I kept mine open. I needed to see her. I needed to see every flicker of hesitation, and excitement, every breath between us. I needed to see everything about her at this moment.
It had been so long since I had her this way. I hated it had to be in front of this motherfucker, but I was killing two birds with one stone. I was showing him she would always belong to me. But more than that, I was showing her, too.
She needed to feel it. Not just the heat of my mouth or the weight of my body, but the truth in it. I’d broken her trust, shattered it in ways I couldn’t imagine. But this moment was the first step in her reclaiming herself. And if she could do that with me, in front of him, then maybe we had a shot at something that wasn’t just new, but better.
I cupped her jaw, my thumb brushing the edge of her cheekbone. Her lips parted and a soft gasp escaped her. I didn’t rush. I wanted her to feel the ache of waiting for me. When I kissedher, it wasn’t gentle. It was deep, claiming, a collision of breath, memory, and need.
She gasped into my mouth, fingers curling into my shirt. Her body arched, pressing into me like she wanted to crawl inside my skin. I kissed her harder, tilting her head back, swallowing the sound she made when I bit her bottom lip.
Behind us, Dorian made a noise. Something between fury and disbelief. But I didn’t look at him. I didn’t need to. This was for her. For us. Her eyes opened in the middle of the kiss and that was when I saw it. Something fierce and it wasn’t surrender or forgiveness.
It was power.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seraphina
Our kiss was electric, like a live wire pressed against my skin. It was all-consuming. It had been years since I’d even wanted someone to touch me, let alone kiss me. But Sergio’s mouth on mine, his hands gripping my waist like he missed me just as much, made me feel not just beautiful, but desired.
Worshipped.
Something primal surged from deep inside of my chest, clawing its way through the wall I’d constructed over the years. I couldn’t think and I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in the moment because I knew deep in my soul after all this was over, Sergio and I still had things we had to work through. We couldn’t pick up like nothing happened even with Dorian out of the picture.Something broke in me the last time he betrayed my trust. And while I pray we could fix things, I didn’t know if it was possible. But I needed to put that aside for another day. Right now, all I wanted to do was feel. Feel like the old me.
My fingers fumbled at the buttons of his pants, frantic, greedy, like undoing them would unlock something that had been lost to time and pain.
Every brush of his lips against my neck, every groan that escaped him, fed the fire licking up my spine. I hadn’t felt this alive in so long.
My body arched toward him like it had been waiting years for this exact moment and maybe it had. Sergio was my first. He taught me what I liked in the bedroom. He taught me how to please him. I can’t lie and say I didn’t miss this because I did. And I wanted more of it. I wanted all of him. I wanted to drown in this thing we’d always had, at least for a little while.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his breath ragged against my ear. “I’m so ready to be inside you.”
“Then do it.”
I pulled him closer. He lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he slid inside me. We both groaned at the sensation.
“You’re in my blood, Seraphina.” He plunged inside me deeper and harder. “You’re a part of my soul.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Dorian’s voice tore through our little bubble. The sound of chains rattling echoed inside the room. “Seraphina!”
I forgot he was even here. Sergio didn’t flinch. He just smiled, and it was cruel. He moved inside me with punishing force, his grip on my hips bruising. “He’s not angry because I touched you,” he whispered, not missing a beat. “He’s angry because he can’t stop watching me fuck you.”
I gasped, not just from the rhythm of Sergio’s body but from the truth in his words. Dorian’s rage wasn’t just about watching me with another man. It was also because he liked it.
“You feel that?” Sergio growled, licking along my collarbone. “That ache? That’s what he wants. He hates that you and me… fuck. We’re forever, baby.”
