Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Trey
The Summoning – Sleep Token
Seraphina trembles in my arms, breath faltering against my neck, and I swear to God, I’ve never felt anything like this. Her taste still lingers on my tongue, her body branded to my hand.
It's undoing me from the inside out.
I want to burry my cock in her. My balls fucking ache for release.
I hold her tighter, carrying her through the hall.
Each step feels heavy, like the air itself has thickened around us.
I’ve had women before—plenty—but none of them have ever felt like this.
None of them have ever felt like her. Like I’m holding something sacred.
Like one wrong move and she’ll slip away, and I’ll never come back from it.
Her head rests against my chest, the rhythm of her breath syncing with my heartbeat.
When I glance down, she’s already looking up at me, grey eyes wide and dazed—eyes that see right through every wall I’ve ever built. My pulse kicks hard.
Zero fucking willpower, Trey. What happened to not gettin’ too close?
She pulled you in, and you fell for it hook, line, and sinker.
I choo-choo-choose you!
All it takes is a cartoon train and you will finger anyone.
I’m hardly started, and I have a raging hard on.
Her body trembling and pliant in my arms. But then she shifts, a soft sound escaping her lips, and every thought scatters.
Need crashes through me—raw and consuming—but it’s more than that.
It’s the way she trusts me, the way she let go like she’s never been allowed to before.
When we reach the master suite, the low amber light catches in her hair, setting it ablaze.
I stop for a moment, caught between breath and disbelief, just staring.
She’s fire and fragility all at once—something I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve.
I lower her onto the bed, carful, like I might break her if I don’t.
“I’m going to go get you some water, some clothes.” I say, voice rough.
“N-no. Not yet.” She replies, her body retaking control. Her fingers reach out, her hand gently cupping my cock that all but jumps up to meet her.
Fuck, if she keeps this up, she’ll be teaching my dick fetch in no time.
“Dove?” She smiles, fingers pressing into my cock, and reason begins to flee. “Are you sure you want this?” I need her to say it. I need to know she’s sure.
If she says no, we can still work this out. I can still protect her. I can still be what she needs. We don’t need to do this tonight. We can take our time, get to know each other.
Alternatively. Stick my dick in a beartrap.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Did she just fucking purr?
This simply won’t do, I love pussies, but I am more of a dog person.
Something in me shatters—and then settles. I brush a stray curl from her face, my thumb tracing the edge of her mouth, memorizing the shape of her.
She’s the one.
The thought hits me hard.
Excuse me? What the fuck did you just say?
I lower my head, kissing her deeply, the world slipping out of focus until it's only the sound of our breathing. She kisses me back like I’m the air she needs to breathe. My hands find her skin, warm and impossibly soft, as I map every curve. Memorize every sound.
One.
Button.
At a time.
I open her to me.
I slowly disentangle myself from her, standing from the bed unable to look anywhere but at her.
Fuck, she has the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen—I can’t wait to fuck them. To have her hold them tightly together while I push my cock between them and give her a pearl necklace to be proud of.
I smirk, picturing it.
Fuckkk.
Don’t go there, Trey.
Stop.
The way her eyes linger on me—half hunger—half disbelief—nearly fucking undoes me. Her blush rises like fire beneath porcelain.
“I’m not a God-fearing man, but before I mark you forever, I need to ask, you havin’ second thoughts?” I ask softly, my hands pause at the waistband of my suit trousers.
Her lip’s part, a tremor in her voice.
“Not a chance.”
Gentlemen.
Start. Your. Engines.
“My brave little wife.” I whisper, taking my belt off. I wrap it around my hand, dragging my eyes down her body, before throwing it to the floor.
It’s probably not the right time to introduce my virgin wife to belt play. I unfasten my pants, lowering my boxers at the same time, slowly. My cock springs free, hard as fucking steel, the piercings shining under the low light. She gasps, her eyes flying to mine in shock.
“You’re pierced?”
I smirk, letting it bloom into a full grin at the sight of her pretty grey eyes, blown wide with surprise. I step closer, dragging my thumb over her lower lip, tasting the curve of her mouth.
“This is going to be a new experience for both of us,” I tease, voice low, almost dangerous. “I haven’t fucked anyone since I got them done.”
Her breath catches, and I feel it—need, curiosity, hesitation—all tangled together, and I can’t help the thrill that coils tighter inside me.
“Then show me.”
“Impatient.” I nip at her lip, tugging it gently between my teeth.
“Needy.” Another bite, sharper this time.
“Mine.” Every word, every bite, presses against her skin and her mind, and I feel the heat coiling tighter between us—desire, possession.
My body lowers back over hers as she slides her hands up my arms, pulling me close.
“Yours.” She gasps.
My hand slowly glides down the length of her body.
Our mouths meet again, slower this time, every movement careful. Then her nails rake down my back tipping me over the edge and I suck her tongue into my mouth, groaning.
I can feel the wetness between her legs as I glide my cock over her pussy in long, teasing, strokes. My piercings rub at her clit, forcing her nails to dig deeper into my back in pleasure.
You like that, wife?
“Please,” she begs, and it’s the sweetest fucking word coming from her lips. I’ve decided it’s my second favorite. My favorite is when she cums with my name crying from her lips.
“I…God, baby. I don’t know how to be gentle. I don’t know how to love you without leaving marks.”
Fuck. I don’t even know if I can stop—but I should. I absolutely should.
“You shouldn’t want this with me,” I rasp, breath catching.
Her breath trembles as she slides her hand along my jaw. “Don’t stop.”
“Baby…” I groan, every nerve in me wired, my cock aching to blow past every red flag waving in her storm-grey eyes.
“I want to wrap my hand around your throat while I fuck you,” I whisper, voice rough. “Flip you over, bite your shoulder, twist my fingers in your hair and watch you take me—inch by inch. Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
But instead of words, I feel it—the slick heat of her arousal against me. Jesus. Fuck. Why won’t she see I’m not worth it?
“Do you want to hurt me?” she asks, voice trembling, soaked in lust.
“No.”
Yes, you do. Don’t fucking lie.
“Yes,” I admit, holding her gaze, drowning in it. “But only in ways that make you come apart. In ways that make you forget your name and scream mine.”
Her lips part, trembling. “I want this. I want you.”
I slide down her body. Her skin tastes like salt and honey as I kiss and lick my way to where I desperately want to be, hooking a slender leg over my shoulder.
“Gonna have to get this pussy nice and wet then, baby, if you’re gonna be able to take me.”
She’s already fucking soaked, pulsating for me, a prize I can’t resist. But I will fucking drag this out, foreplay is forewarned.
I catch the wide look in her eyes as I lower my head, sucking her clit into my mouth.
My tongue licks and nips around her clit, making her body bow up from the bed.
“Easy, baby.” I whisper, voice rough. “Let me take care of you.”
I hold her down with a hand on her hip.
“Oh my God.” She moans, hands balling into fists on the sheet.
Nothing quite like giving a preacher’s daughter a religious experience.
Amen.
“Trey,” she moans, her pussy clamping down immediately on my finger as I slip it inside. I feel her legs start to shake. I can’t help it. I slide a finger to her ass circling her little forbidden entrance. A small gasp flies from her pretty lips.
“This ass is gonna be mine, too, baby…but not tonight, you can relax.” I say removing my finger from her pussy and replacing it with my tongue.
God, damn, she tastes fucking amazing. Her body bows again, her whole body shaking now. I snake a hand up her body, and pinch and roll one of her nipples between my fingers.
“Trey, oh my god…” I lift my head as I ease two fingers inside her slowly. God, damn.
I pull my face back a little, looking to hers, as I begin to assault her clit with light little flicks from my tongue. She moans, pushing her pussy into my face, her hips bucking and rolling as she chases her high, riding my face and my fingers.
“Don’t move.” I order, hooking my arms around her thighs. I pull my fingers back, releasing her nipple, and grab hold of her thighs. Her breathing shudders, body spasms, stomach writhing, as she lets out a breathless scream, as my tongue takes up its assault again.
Seconds later, she’s coming apart, screaming my name. She’s panting as I slowly work my way up her body. I push her legs open as far as I can before I settle between them.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” I press my lips to hers, and her tongue meets mine, soft and hungry. She moans, pulling me closer, the sound going right to my cock.
“I can’t lie, this is gonna hurt for a while, baby—I’m sorry.” I whisper against her lips.
“It’s okay. Please. Just. I’m okay. I want you, Trey.” She says, pulling me closer, voice breaking on the words.
I lower my head, kissing her deep and slow as I push in, feeding her my cock inch by inch. Her body tenses.
I hit the barrier.
“F-fuck, you’re too big…it’s not going to fit.” She pants against my neck. I groan with restraint.