Dimitri’s POV
Seraphina was still trembling from her orgasm, her p***y fluttering around my fingers, when I decided I wasn't nearly f*****g done with her.
Three nights of restraint had built a hunger in me that one orgasm couldn't satisfy.
I needed to taste every inch of her, mark her with my mouth and hands until the memory of my touch was branded into her skin.
"Dimitri, I can't—it's too much—" she panted, but her body told a different story. Her hips still rolled against my hand, chasing sensation even as she claimed to be overwhelmed.
"You can, and you will." I pulled my fingers from her cunt and brought them to my mouth, sucking her taste from them while maintaining eye contact. Sweet, tangy and absolutely addictive. "f**k, you taste incredible."
Her pupils dilated, swallowing
