Part 31 (1/2)
”Seraphim and his honey are on the other side of the wall,” Vincent said as they continued undressing.
”I'm kind of glad he found her.” Trixie shrugged.
”h.e.l.l, so am I. I was beginning to think he'd never get over Nenet.”
”I want to know what Rafe has to do with this mess. I can't believe he was from Atlantis. The son-of-a-b.i.t.c.h. No wonder why he's always been so powerful. And I...Dilorenzo, I kicked his a.s.s!” Trixie's entire body tingled with that happy thought.
”Yeah, baby, you did.” He smiled, taking a single stride across the room and tugging her naked body to his. He spoke against her lips. ”Ain't no trampolines in this house, but I'll try not to disappoint you, anyway.”
”No problem.” She grinned, reaching between their bodies to grasp his c.o.c.k and stroke him stiff. ”We can pole vault.”
”Yo, I like the sound of that.”
”Come here.” She shoved him towards the bed, and he wrapped his arms around her before flopping on his back.
”Hands off, Dilorenzo.”
”Huh?”
”Hands off.” She grasped his wrists and moved his hands above his head.
”Think I'm going to like this game?”
”Trust me. You'll love it.” She purred, straddling him and kissing his palms and wrists that were still extended above his head. She kissed his forearms until she reached his inner elbow which she licked and kissed. She nuzzled his underarm before trailing her lips over every inch of his hair-matted chest, pausing to bite each nipple and taste his spicy blood on her tongue. Nothing tasted as good as Vincent. Even thinking of his blood made her wet. Actually tasting it brought her right to the edge of o.r.g.a.s.m. Still, she allowed her c.l.i.t only the briefest wiggle against his hard c.o.c.k before she continued her sensual travels over his body. Her tongue laved his ribs and abdomen before the tip of it trailed down one hip. She kissed and nipped his steely thighs, pausing over his crotch, just allowing her breath to fan his erection.
”G.o.d, Trix,” he breathed. A glance at his face revealed closed eyes and incisors fully extended against his parted lips.
Laughter rumbled in her chest as she returned to his thigh and ran her tongue over his kneecap and down his s.h.i.+ns. His curling black hair felt rough against her tongue, and the sensation was incredibly arousing. When she reached his ankle, she switched to his other leg and paid it the same careful attention. Then she took his c.o.c.k deep into her mouth and sucked, using her tongue and lips to drive him to the verge of a shattering climax. Only when her teeth sank into his c.o.c.k did his hips buck in o.r.g.a.s.m. He growled and panted her name while she continued sucking and licking until he stilled beneath her.
”Your turn,” he said after a moment.
Trixie smiled with contentment as Vincent rolled her onto her stomach. His big hands ma.s.saged her shoulders and swept her entire back. Grasping her b.u.t.tocks, he kissed the length of her spine before flipping her over and burying his face between her legs.
Trixie gasped at the ferocity of his attack. His lips, tongue, and teeth stroked and nipped her c.l.i.t. The tip of his tongue ran along the side of it then laved it. He repeated the motions, bringing her to several quick climaxes before slowing his movements. He slid a hand beneath her a.s.s and gently brushed his fingertips over the sensitive orifice while the fingers of his other hand explored her hot wet, c.u.n.t. All the while his lips and tongue never stopped teasing her c.l.i.t. Using the very tips of his incisors, he p.r.i.c.ked the stimulated flesh then licked the pleasurable wounds.
Trixie felt as if she'd fallen into an exquisite trance in the middle of a warm, rolling ocean. Her eyes tightly closed, she allowed herself to completely feel Vincent and everything he did to her. At that moment, nothing and no one else existed. Only him, her, and the magnificent o.r.g.a.s.ms threatening to kill her with delight.
”Oh, Dilorenzo!” she panted as his body covered hers. She felt every inch of his thick c.o.c.k as it slid into her quivering c.u.n.t. Her claws sank into his shoulders as she clung to him, her hips thrusting upward to meet his.
”I love you, Trix!” he gasped before their teeth penetrated each other's necks and they exploded together in a breath stealing climax.
Chapter Seventeen.
Immediately after leaving the meeting, Seraphim and Hannah walked to the guest room they shared on the second floor of Jules' home.
On the way, Seraphim clung to her hand as if she alone could ground him after the psychic journey on which he'd led them. He felt drained, emotionally and physically, which was why he avoided such intense use of magic unless it was absolutely necessary. He probably shouldn't have expended so much energy with the trial he would soon face, but he had seen without being properly convinced, the Jury would never do what he asked. Dragging them through his past had been his last resort-one that up until that moment he hadn't been certain he'd have the courage to try.
”Are you all right?” Hannah's concerned eyes stared up at him as he closed the bedroom door behind them.
”Just tired,” he said, walking to the bed and lying on his back. ”I just need to sleep for a while.”
”Okay.” She approached and tugged off his boots, then sat beside him and stroked his face.
”I'm sorry if you were uncomfortable. I thought of not including you in my revelation, but -”
”I would have been very upset if you hadn't.”
”I know. And you're the only person since Nenet to whom I truly wanted to show my past. I only revealed it to the others out of necessity.” His voice trailed to a whispered as his eyelids flickered.
”Get some rest,” she soothed. The last thing he felt before falling asleep was her lips touching his forehead.
Seraphim awoke nearly two hours later. A glance at his watch on the nightstand told him it was eleven o'clock.
”How are you feeling?” Hannah asked from where she lay beside him. She stretched and yawned, her eyes fixed on him.
”Better. And you? How are you holding up?”
”I'm okay.”
”You're lying.” He cupped her cheek. She turned slightly, kissing his palm.
”I was worried about you, Seraphim. And I'm a little afraid of what will happen with Herm and Sheb because of Sir Edward and Rafe.”
”I'm more concerned with whether or not the Jury will help me. Even though I think they will, now that they know who I am.”
”I guess being old gives you a lot of clout.”
He smiled. ”Yes. The Jury places great emphasis on age.”
”Another thing, I'm glad you're going to train Matthew. He's a good friend to have.”
”Yes, he is.” Seraphim drew her into his arms. ”So are you.”
Along with the Originals, Hannah was his closest friend. Though they hadn't known each other long, he sensed her unwavering loyalty and love. She provided the affection he'd sought for thousands of years. He looked forward to the life they would share and all they could learn from each other. More than anything, he longed to love and protect her for as many years as they had together.
Hannah's arms tightened around him as she said, ”I'm glad your power is so much greater than the Jury's. Most of them seemed so smug, so -”
”Arrogant? I've been accused of the same. I suppose it comes with age.”
”Adam's not old.”
”No, but he's the First Father.”
”Can you trust him?”