Seduce(44)

He broke away from her mouth and kissed along her jaw.

When she had caught her breath, he knelt astride her chest. Her green eyes dropped to his cock and he looked down at her wrists, the sight of them bound heating his blood and pushing him to go through with it. She wanted it too, knew what was coming and hadn’t refused him.

Antoine moved up her and gripped the top of the headboard with one hand. He ran his other hand down his cock, revealing the crown, and then poised himself above her mouth. Her lips parted, her gaze locked on his, pupils blown and eyes rich with desire and need. Antoine groaned and tightly grasped his cock, the hint of pain only adding to his pleasure along with the intoxicating thought of what was to come.

He lowered his erection, slowly sliding it into her hot mouth, and groaned as she wrapped her lips around him. His hand left his rigid length and joined the one that had a death-grip on the headboard. He closed his eyes and then opened them again, forcing himself to watch Sera beneath him, her mouth around his length.

Trusting him.

Antoine slowly raised his hips and then eased back into her mouth, setting a pace that wouldn’t hurt her but would have him coming undone before long. She moaned with each deep thrust of his cock, throat vibrating against the sensitive head, and he groaned with her, breathless and lost to the sensations. He tried to keep his movements steady and gentle, but faltered at times. She groaned whenever he thrust deeper and it was hard to resist the urge to keep that rougher pace rather than return to a softer one.

He stared down at her. The sight of her beneath him, eyes closed as she sucked his cock and grasped the chains of her restraints, added to the potent pleasure flowing in his blood. The occasional scrape of her teeth over his length tore deep rumbling groans from him and had him closing his eyes and hanging his head, shaking all over and his breath trembling as he fucked her pretty mouth.

His hands shook against the headboard, claws puncturing the black wood, and he pumped into her, backside tensing with each slow careful thrust.

He couldn’t take any more.

His balls tightened, drawing up, and he groaned. “Sera.”

He jerked to a halt and the heat in his blood burst into flames that engulfed him, sending hot sparks skittering over his skin. The rush of his seed leaving him, the thought of it filling Sera’s mouth as she swallowed around him, had him crying out her name and collapsing into the headboard. He struggled to hold himself above her, weak from his climax, hazy with it and the gentle way that Sera lapped at him.

Antoine rolled to one side, landing on the mattress with his back against her arm and breathed hard to gather himself. His cock twitched, still hard and aching for more. Aching for Sera. He wouldn’t be satisfied until he had pumped his seed into her, claiming her in the most primal of ways.

She gasped when he shifted between her legs, nothing more than a flash of cold air, hooked her knees over his shoulders and plunged his cock into her slick core.

“Antoine,” she moaned as he slowly withdrew, letting her feel the full length of him and what she did to him.

He wanted to be gentle with her but he couldn’t. The need to claim her was too fierce. He grasped her hips, buried his face against her knee and thrust into her, long and deep, rough and fast. She curled her pelvis and hooked her feet around his neck. Antoine growled. His beautifully wicked girl.

She moaned with each hard plunge of his body into hers, quivering beneath him, tempting him to surrender completely to his true nature. He could claim more than her body.

He could claim all of her.

His eyes flicked open. Her pale slender neck was within easy reach if he thrust a little deeper. She cried out when he did, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke, and her legs fell down his arms again, freeing him and allowing him to reach her throat. He leaned over her, hands planted either side of her breasts, gaze locked on the pulse flickering just above her left collarbone. He drove into her, grunting with each meeting of their hips, possessing her just as he had wanted.

“Please, Antoine,” she whispered and he was lost in her, in the feel of her body straining against his, their sweat sticking their skin together as he pumped her, pushing her towards another climax.

He would make this one the best she had ever had.

He would ruin her to all others.

Antoine’s lips peeled back off his fangs and he stared at her throat, thrust harder and faster into her, savouring her moans and breathy sighs, waiting for the right moment.

She clenched him, her body squeezing and releasing, driving him on. She was made for him. Whether it would be as his downfall or as his saviour was yet to be seen, but she was made for him.

He growled and pumped her deeper, hips pistoning, his grunts a dark sound compared with her softer moans.