Then he pulls his finger from me bringing it to his mouth, sucking up my wetness with a low, guttural groan. My mouth pops open in shock and desire. I reach out, taking his wrist, guiding his finger to my lips, sucking it in, tasting him, tasting myself.
“Fucking hell...baby, you keep surprising me.” He murmurs, returning his hand to me, as his lips find mine in a deep, hungry kiss. Tongue and teeth collide with mine, every motion demanding, insatiable. My hands clutch his shoulders as his finger slides inside me again, slow, deliberate, each movement setting my nerves alight. Then he pushes a second finger in, and I clench around him, breath catching, my body trembling. He leans back slightly, watching me writhe beneath him, and I lift my hips instinctively, grinding against him. His groan rumbles through me—rough, low, full of heat.
“That’s it.” He breathes. “Ride my fingers, baby. Such a good girl.”
I do. I rock against him, each movement sends fire through me. The tension builds impossibly high, until it shatters, and release crashes over me in hot, trembling waves. I call his name, and my body goes utterly boneless in his arms, shaking and spent. Gently, he eases his fingers out, then wraps my legs around him, carrying me effortlessly from the kitchen to the bedroom. My head rests against his chest, heart still hammering. I don’t recognize who I am…why my body is forcing me to act like this…but I love it.
Trey Baker is sin I never want to resist.
Chapter twenty-seven
Trey
The Summoning – Sleep Token
Seraphina trembles in my arms, breath faltering against my neck, and I swear to God, I’ve never felt anything like this. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, her body branded to my hand.
It's undoing me from the inside out.
I want to burry my cock in her. My balls fucking ache for release.
I hold her tighter, carrying her through the hall. Each step feels heavy, like the air itself has thickened around us. I’ve had women before—plenty—but none of them have ever felt like this. None of them have ever felt like her. Like I’m holding something sacred. Like one wrong move and she’ll slip away, and I’ll never come back from it. Her head rests against my chest, the rhythm of her breath syncing with my heartbeat.When I glance down, she’s already looking up at me, grey eyes wide and dazed—eyes that see right through every wall I’ve ever built. My pulse kicks hard.
Zero fucking willpower, Trey. What happened to not gettin’ too close?
She pulled you in, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
I choo-choo-choose you!
All it takes is a cartoon train and you will finger anyone. I’m hardly started, and I have a raging hard on. Her body trembling and pliant in my arms. But then she shifts, a soft sound escaping her lips, and every thought scatters. Need crashes through me—raw and consuming—but it’s more than that. It’s the way she trusts me, the way she let go like she’s never been allowed to before. When we reach the master suite, the low amber light catches in her hair, setting it ablaze. I stop for a moment, caught between breath and disbelief, just staring. She’s fire and fragility all at once—something I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve. I lower her onto the bed, carful, like I might break her if I don’t.
“I’m going to go get you some water, some clothes.” I say, voice rough.
“N-no. Not yet.” She replies, her body retaking control. Her fingers reach out, her hand gently cupping my cock that all but jumps up to meet her.
Fuck, if she keeps this up, she’ll be teaching my dick fetch in no time.
“Dove?” She smiles, fingers pressing into my cock, and reason begins to flee. “Are you sure you want this?” I need her to say it. I need to know she’s sure.
If she says no, we can still work this out. I can still protect her. I can still be what she needs. We don’t need to do this tonight. We can take our time, get to know each other.
Alternatively. Stick my dick in a beartrap.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Did she just fucking purr?
This simply won’t do, I love pussies, but I am more of a dog person.
Something in me shatters—and then settles. I brush a stray curl from her face, my thumb tracing the edge of her mouth, memorizing the shape of her.
She’s the one.
The thought hits me hard.
Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say?
I lower my head, kissing her deeply, the world slipping out of focus until it's only the sound of our breathing. She kisses me back like I’m the air she needs to breathe. My hands find her skin, warm and impossibly soft, as I map every curve. Memorize every sound.
