Chapter 697: Until Morning
The rhythm picked up. Not frantic, not yet, but harder — his hips snapping against hers with a wet slap, her moans rising higher with every stroke. He bent down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, and she cried out and fisted her hands in his hair.
"Harder," she demanded. "Fuck me harder. I need to feel it tomorrow. I need to remember what I'm coming back to."
He lost the last of his restraint.
He drove into her with deep, brutal strokes, the bed creaking beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall. Seraphine's eyes rolled back. Her nails raked down his back. She was babbling now, half words and half moans, and when Leon reached between them and found her clit she shattered.
Her orgasm hit like a wave — her back bowing off the bed, her pussy clamping down around him, her whole body shaking. He fucked her through it, riding the storm, and when she finally started to come down she was crying.
