CHAPTER 12
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Seraphina’s Pov
My eyes fluttered open slowly, a low yawn escaping my lips. The first thing I felt was Dimitri's body pressed against my back, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close.
His warmth seeped into my skin. He was so solid and his body pressed against mine made my heart flutter.
I had lusted after him for so long. Years of stolen glances, forbidden thoughts bubbling up when I was alone, imagining his hands on me, his mouth... and now, after last night, it had actually happened.
He had touched me, devoured me, his tongue buried between my legs, lapping up every drop of my need until I shattered.
Thinking about it now, replaying the way he'd growled my name, the wet sounds, the way my body had arched and squirted under his attention, it stirred that familiar heat deep in my core.
My p***y throbbed, already slick again, the werewolf fire igniting, making my skin flush hot and my breaths come shorter.
I squirmed a little, careful not to wake him, but damn, the ache was building and my body was screaming for more.
He was still asleep. I could tell from the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back, his breath warm on my neck.
Part of me wanted to turn over, wake him with kisses, beg him to pleasure me again, but I didn't want to push it.
The need was overwhelming, my c**t pulsing, my folds getting wetter just from the memory of his tongue flicking over me, sucking until I screamed.
I bit my lip, trying to steady myself, but my hand slipped down almost on its own, fingers trailing over my stomach, lower, until they brushed my p***y.
My skin was so sensitive, still tender from last night, and when I parted my lips, I felt how soaked I was, slick already coating my fingers as I circled my c**t slowly.
A soft whimper escaped me before I could stop it, my hips rocking subtly against my hand. I kept it quiet, or tried to, rubbing in gentle circles at first, then firmer, dipping a finger inside myself, feeling that velvety tightness clench around it.
This was so wrong. He was right here, but I couldn’t help it. He made me feel so alive, so wanted, and now I was aching for him again.
The heat swarmed, making everything hazy, my breaths turning to pants as I worked myself faster, the wet sounds faint in the quiet room.
My free hand cupped my breast, pinching the n****e lightly, imagining it was his touch, his rough hands claiming me.
But then, a low growl rumbled from behind me, vibrating through his chest into my back, and I froze, heart pounding. Dimitri was awake.
"What a naughty girl you are, Seraphina," He murmured right in my ear, his voice rough with sleep and something darker, hungrier.
It sent shivers racing down my spine, straight to my core, making me clench around my fingers.
He didn't pull away. Instead, his arms tightened around me, one hand sliding up to cup my breast fully, his thumb brushing over the hardened n****e.
"Touching that pretty little p***y without me? Couldn't wait, could you?"
I gasped, my body arching back against him instinctively, feeling the hard length of his c**k pressing against my ass through the thin sheet.
"D-Dimitri... I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered, voice shaky, but I didn't stop touching myself. I couldn't, not with his warmth enveloping me and his breath hot on my skin.
He chuckled lowly, a sound that made my insides twist with want, and then his lips found my neck, kissing softly at first, then firmer, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the curve, nipping at that sensitive spot just below my ear.
Each kiss sent sparks shooting through me, heightening everything I felt. My fingers moved faster on my c**t, rubbing in frantic circles now.
"Such a filthy little thing," He whispered, his voice like velvet wrapped around steel, lips brushing my earlobe as he spoke. "Rubbing that swollen c**t while I'm right here. Was your p***y all wet and creamy from thinking about me eating you out last night, baby? Bet you're dripping, aren't you? Soaking those fingers, imagining my c**k stretching you wide."
His words hit me hard. They were so filthy and direct, they made my cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
His hand on my breast squeezed gently, then rougher, fondling the soft flesh, rolling the n****e between his thumb and finger, pinching just enough to make me whimper louder.
The dual sensations, his touch on my breasts, my own on my p***y, were overwhelming, building that pressure low in my belly.
I moaned, my head falling back against his shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as I dipped two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly, the squelch of my wetness filling the air.
"Yes... oh f**k, Dimitri, it feels so good," I breathed, my voice breaking on the words.
He growled again, deeper this time, his other hand joining the first, both now playing with my breasts from behind, kneading them, tugging on the n*****s in rhythm with my movements.
His kisses on my neck turned to sucks, leaving little marks that I knew would show later, claiming me in small ways even as we fought the full bond.
"That's it, baby," He murmured, filthy whispers pouring out. "f**k yourself for me. Show me how slutty you get, creaming all over those fingers. I can smell you, so ripe and ready, your p***y clenching like it wants my thick c**k buried deep, pounding until you squirt everywhere."
The words, f**k, they undid me, painting pictures in my mind of him taking me roughly,, and I felt myself spiraling, my fingers rubbing my c**t harder, faster, while he pinched my n*****s sharply, twisting them just right to send jolts of pleasure and pain straight to my core.
My body trembled against him, hips bucking, whimpers turning to cries as the orgasm built, coiling tight. "Dimitri... I'm close, so close," I whined, voice high and needy.
"These t**s are so full, so sensitive. I bet they'd leak if I sucked them hard enough. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me milking you while you f**k yourself."
I whimpered as he fondled my breasts even more, squeezing the full mounds, thumbs circling the peaks relentlessly.
"Come for me, naughty girl. Let me hear you whimper and cream, soak that hand while I play with these perfect t**s. Imagine my mouth on them, sucking hard, biting until you're begging."
It was too much. The sensory overload of his hands on my n*****s, pulling and teasing, his hot whispers in my ear, the slick slide of my fingers in and out of my dripping p***y.
I came hard, a whimper escalating to a full cry, my body shuddering against him as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my walls clenching around my fingers, cream gushing out, coating my thighs and the sheets.
"Yes! Oh f**k, Dimitri!" I gasped, riding it out, stars bursting behind my eyelids, the release so intense it left me breathless, trembling in his arms.
He held me through it, his touch gentling on my breasts, but still there, grounding me as the aftershocks rippled through.
I sagged back against him, panting, a goofy, giddy smile tugging at my lips despite the filth of it all, but then his voice came again, low and promising, right in my ear.
"I'm not done with you yet."
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