Nerissa steps in front of her, so close that Seraphina can feel the warmth of her breath.
“So tell me the truth, Director Chapman,” she whispers, pronouncing that surname as if it were an accusation. “Forget about Elliot, the clinic, and all that bullshit for a minute. Look me in the eye and tell me something honest for the first time in this whole story.”
Seraphina holds her breath.
“How far are you willing to go for me?” Nerissa continues, her voice trembling for the first time. “Are you willing to lose everything… or have you just come to ask me for one more night of anesthesia?”
Chapter 14
Seraphina closes the distance between them with fierce urgency and cups Nerissa’s face in her hands. She presses her lips against hers in a hungry, almost violent kiss. Nerissa lets out a hoarse moan that Seraphina devours instantly, drinking it in as if she needed that vibration to survive.
For a second, the surgeon’s pride tries to resist, but her body betrays her irrevocably. Her hands slide beneath Seraphina’s clothes, eagerly seeking the warm skin of her waist. She caresses her possessively, digging her nails lightly into the flesh as she pulls her closer. The dim light of the storeroom envelops them, broken only by the distant echo of music drifting in from the main gallery. For Nerissa, the world shrinks in that moment to the taste of Seraphina, the heat of her ragged breath, and the frantic pounding of her own heart, which thumps hard against her ribs.
“Damn it, Seph…” Nerissa murmurs against her mouth.
But the words dissolve when Seraphina bites her lower lip hard, pulling on it. Nerissa pushes her with her whole body until Seraphina’s back slams against the wall. The impact draws a stifled gasp from the woman, but instead of pulling away, Seraphina arches her hips toward her, demanding more contact.
Nerissa’s hands pull the dress up to her waist in an impatient tug and slip beneath the delicate fabric of her panties. The hot, abundant wetness she finds there makes her growl.
“You’re soaking wet…”
Seraphina buries her face in her neck and bites the skin just above the collar of her shirt, drawing a hiss of pleasure from her. Nerissa smiles, spreads Seraphina’s thighs with her knee, and presses two fingers against her entrance, torturing her with slow, circular strokes that promise but stop short.
Then, Nerissa thrusts her fingers in, all the way to the hilt. Seraphina stifles a cry against her shoulder, and her inner walls contract around the intrusion. Nerissa begins to fuck her with a deep, demanding rhythm, curling her fingers with every thrust. Her thumb rubs the swollen clitoris in quick, firm circles, giving it no respite. Every movement makes Seraphina’s back scrape against the rough bricks. Tomorrow she’ll have red marks on her skin. Tomorrow she’ll have to hide them under her clothes. But right now, neither of them is thinking about tomorrow.
“Like that… just like that,” Seraphina gasps against her shoulder. “Don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”
Nerissa feels her own arousal soak through her underwear. Seeing Seraphina broken, her lips swollen and reddened, turns her on in an almost painful way. She lowers her head and attacks her neck with her mouth, sucking hard while her fingers continue to thrust in and out mercilessly. She wants to mark her. She wants Seraphina to look in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly who her body belongs to.
“You’re driving me crazy, damn it,” Nerissa growls.
Suddenly, she pulls her fingers out. Before Seraphina can protest with more than a frustrated moan, she turns herfirmly and bends her over one of the wooden packing crates. The surface is hard and uncomfortable, but neither of them is looking for comfort. Nerissa positions herself behind her, pulls her dress up to her waist, and yanks her panties down to her ankles. She kneels for a moment, bites hungrily into one of Seraphina’s round buttocks, and then runs her tongue over the flushed skin.
She stands up, places a firm hand on the back of Seraphina’s neck to keep her bent over, and thrusts her fingers into her soaking wet pussy. Seraphina’s muffled moan echoes through the empty warehouse. Nerissa fucks her hard, mercilessly, while her other hand slides around to the front to rub her clit in time with the thrusts.
“You’re mine,” she growls into her ear. “Even if you go home with him, even if you wear that damn ring… this pussy is mine.”
Seraphina trembles violently. Her inner walls contract around Nerissa’s fingers, growing tighter and more desperate with each thrust.
“I’m close… God… I’m going to come,” Seraphina pleads, her cheek pressed against the wood.
“Do it,” Nerissa orders, biting her earlobe. “Come in my hand like the slut you are when you’re with me.”
The orgasm hits Seraphina with violence. Her whole body tenses, her legs tremble uncontrollably, and a long, stifled moan escapes her throat as she presses herself hard against Nerissa’s fingers, soaking them completely.
But Nerissa wants so much more. In an instant, she turns her around and presses her against the wall. Seraphina instinctively wraps her legs around her waist, crossing herankles behind her back. Their mouths meet in a dirty, desperate kiss. And as she fucks her, Seraphina slips a hand between them, searching for Nerissa’s swollen sex.
“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” she whispers between kisses. “Your scent, your taste, the way you melt for me…”
Seraphina sinks her fingers into her hair and pulls hard, forcing her to look at her as she struggles to keep caressing her pussy.
“Then fuck me,” she replies, her eyes shining with lust.
Nerissa quickens the movement of her hips, grinding more intensely against Seraphina’s hand. The pleasure builds rapidly; it’s almost unbearable. With urgent movements and Seraphina’s mouth sucking hard on her neck, Nerissa reaches climax with a guttural groan, trembling in her arms as she comes intensely.
Silence returns to the warehouse, broken only by their ragged breathing and the rapid beating of their hearts. Nerissa rests her forehead against Seraphina’s shoulder, still holding her against the wall. She feels the other woman’s legs trembling around her hips. Slowly, she pulls away a few inches and gently brushes aside a strand of sweaty hair that has stuck to her cheek. Then she cups her chin and forces her to look up.
Seraphina’s eyes are shining, her makeup slightly smudged, and her lips swollen. But there is something different in her expression.
