The tension in the air is palpable as our gazes lock again.
“What about protection?” she whispers.
I hold up a foil wrapper. “Taken care of.”
She nods in appreciation, licking her lips. “This is . . .”
I don’t want to know. I just want to feel her. Without thinking, I’m on her, pulling her onto the bed. I straddle her hips, lifting and squeezing her generous tits together. I lick one nipple, then the other, catching her piercing between my teeth. I tug and she hisses at the pain, but her face says it all—she likes it. I do it again, pinching her other nipple at the same time.
She arches underneath me, her eyes closed and lips parted. Her fingernails dig into my arms.
She’s so soft and sweet. Everywhere I look, everywhere I touch, it’s the same. I can’t get enough. Moving upward, I capture her mouth again, taking another taste. She curls her fingers in my hair, dragging her fingernails down the back of my skull.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart.”
She opens for me and I rock back on my heels, breathing in everything Serafina. I move down her body then, so I have an unobstructed view of her pussy. I can smell her excitement. Her taste is still in my mouth. I trace the shape of her lips. My fingers are saturated and I can’t help myself. Way too many thoughts race through my mind as I tuck two fingers inside her. I slowly slide them in and out and she grinds against my wrist.
Remembering the wild little badass I encountered at Lazaro’s house gets me hotter. I reach for the condom wrapper I dropped on the mattress. Still stroking her pussy, I use my teeth to rip the foil open. She gazes down at me and smiles. I know what she wants. My thumb rolls over her swollen clit and she moans. I do it again and her ass comes off the bed. Oversensitivity means she’s ready to go.
I roll the condom over my cock and then stretch over her, lifting her arms above her head.
There’s a burning need inside me to put my demons to rest, to forget my painful past. The beautiful face I’m staring at could be the catalyst to jump start my life again. She’s everything a man could want. But I’m not a typical man.
I move my hips, positioning myself at her opening. She tries to break free from my grip, but I hold on tight and kiss her. Our tongues swirl together as I rock into her. She’s so slick and too fucking tight. I stop moving, circling my hips so she can get used to me inside her, even though I only made it in a couple inches.
She squirms underneath me and I release her hands. Framing my face with her palms, she pulls me down and kisses me—igniting my heart. Goddamnit, it’s been too long since I’ve kissed like this—with meaning behind it. Yeah, this is lust-driven, but there’s something powerful behind her green eyes. Depth I’m not used to. There’s also an emptiness that reflects my own hollowed-out soul.
We match,that’s what I told her on more than one occasion. I thrust deeper, making it in another couple of inches. She cries out and I look down at her.
“Okay?” I ask, not wanting to rush it or hurt her.
“Yeah.”
Her muscles are so fucking tight. She needs to relax. “Wrap your left leg around my waist,” I tell her.
She does, making it easier to penetrate her the rest of the way. Once I’m buried inside her, I start to move again, very slow at first. Surprisingly, she hooks her other leg around me and locks her ankles behind my back.Fuck it. Game on.
I lean in and bite her lower lip as I hammer deep and hard.
“Eagle . . .”
Vise grip. That’s all I can think about. Then my balls start to tingle and tighten. I’m losing it like a lousy teenage fuck would. Gritting my teeth and closing my eyes, I try to concentrate on the rhythm, on the unspoken pleasure I’m giving her.
“Eagle,” she calls my name. “I-I’m coming again.”
I stop abruptly and open my eyes, desperate to watch her unravel. If there was a Richter scale for orgasms, pretty sure Serafina would register as a nine point nine.
Serafina
Twice already. That’s how many times Eagle has made me come without even having to try. I hang on for dear life as my insides pulse uncontrollably. The man I love is buried inside me, and I can’t find the words to describe how it feels. He’s perfect—so thick and hard. It hurt at first and I couldn’t get my body to cooperate. But then.
I didn’t know my body could make so much lubrication, but I’m ridiculously wet. He slides in and out with no problem, kissing and licking my lips, his hands squeezing my breasts.
My heart is full for the first time in six years. I fight the tears. I resist the urge to speak three simple words,I love you.Words we never shied away from when it was Eagle and Angel. But now we’re Eagle and Serafina, practically strangers. Yet not really. I know the truth. I feel the pressure of a building storm in my chest—the emotions I can’t hide in my eyes.
Eagle probably thinks it’s lust.
Good. It will make it that much easier for him to forget me when I walk away in the morning and don’t look back. I’m the one who has to live with the bittersweet memory. This is where my two identities intersect. AngelandSerafina were virgins—promised to the same man—both in love with Eagle. Now I’m not. Now I know what it feels like to be baptized by his passion, what it feels like to have him inside me.
