46. Lincoln
46
Lincoln
Closing the door softly behind me, I wander to my kitchen and open the drawer dedicated to junk. It doesn’t take me long to find the spare phone I keep in case of emergencies. Plugging the device into the wall, I wait for it to turn on and then follow the prompts to upload my data from the cloud.
Navigating to my contact list, I find Grey’s name and select the call option. It doesn’t take more than two rings for him to respond.
“Linc,” he greets, voice in a whisper.
“How’s Ava?”
I hear a door close on the other end of the phone. “She’s shaken. Shit brings back memories from Felicity.” His voice is louder now, so I have to assume she’s sleeping and he’s in a different room.
“And Bianca?”
“She’s at Rafe’s. Said she didn’t want to hear us fucking or something weird like that. How is smalls holding up?”
My mind drifts to my woman in my bed, her damp hair fanning out over my pillows like a curtain. “She’s been better. Have you spoken to Rafe?”
“He called thirty minutes ago. Their investigators are heading to the site now that the fire is out, and they assessed the building for structural damage. He wants us to come to his apartment in the morning.”
“Not the precinct?”
“No. He said ten. You good with that?”
“Send me his address. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I end the call, tossing it back on the counter as I rub a hand over my face. When I left Seraphina’s bed this morning, I knew we’d end up here: her nestled under my comforter and infiltrating every aspect of my life. I thought I’d take her to see the pretty flowers she likes, take her for dinner, and then worship her body until she begged me to stop.
A fire wasn’t on my to-do list.
“ Kurwa ma? ,” Fucking hell , I mutter into the space, flicking off the lights as I make my way back into the bedroom where Seraphina rests. The moment I see her in my bed, something inside me breaks.
I eat the distance between me and the bed, diving under the covers and pulling her into my body. I breathe in her scent, the citrus that’s now so fucking familiar, I’ll never again eat a grapefruit without thinking about her. She stirs as I hold her, eyes blinking sleep away as she focuses on me.
“Linc?”
I push up her T-shirt, drawing it over her head and throwing it over the side of the bed. “I need you, Seraphina. Like this.” She parts her mouth at my words, tongue peeking out to lick her lips. I keep my eyes on her face, waiting for any sign of hesitation or disinterest. None comes as I reach down and pull her leg over my hip, fitting my fabric-covered pelvis against her groin. Her breathy gasp lets me know she’s as affected as I am, and I shift my hand, rubbing my knuckles against her pussy as I pull on my briefs and lower them over my cock.
My cock springs out, hard and heavy and eager to feel every inch of Seraphina as I make contact with her skin. I want to grab her, sink inside her, and move in hard, deliberate thrusts until I’m coming inside and filling her with every part of me I can afford to give her.
I don’t give in to those instincts, instead keeping my pace deliberately slow, intoxicatingly gentle. Moving my hand back to her thigh, I hitch her leg higher, notching myself against her opening and sinking in, inch by inch, keeping my eyes on her face as I slip inside.
Her closed eyes flutter open, meeting my stare with an intensity that betrays every emotion wrapped in her petite package. Her hand comes to my cheek, resting against my skin like a brand. I turn my head, kissing her palm before I look back at her face. I rock into her, never pulling out more than an inch as I grind against her body, tilting my hips upward so that on each unhurried drag, my cock rubs against her G-spot.
For once, Seraphina doesn’t attempt to take over or rush me, and I revel in the dilation of her pupils and the gasps falling from her mouth with each thrust. I break eye contact, looking down at her heaving chest and her erect nipples. I’m tempted to suck on her, to worship each of her tits with my tongue and mouth, but I refuse to break my pace, to hurry my motions.
I pull her in closer, letting her chest rub against mine.
“Lincoln.” Seraphina moans, mouth agape as she sucks in air.
“I know, cierń,” I murmur, fingers curling into her skin as I feel her walls clench around me right before she soaks my cock, drenching me in her cum as she explodes around me. I move with her through it, keeping my steady pace until I feel my balls draw up and my own orgasm shoot through me, filling her pussy so completely I can feel our combined release dripping onto my groin.
I know I should release her, move her off me, and clean us both up. And I will, in a minute.
Dropping my forehead to the top of her head, I suck in a recovering breath. “I love you, Seraphina. Tonight scared the shit out of me.”
I feel a shudder work its way over her body. “I know,” she whispers, dropping her head into my chest as she speaks. “I never want to relive tonight.”
“Me neither, cierń.”
We’re silent for a moment, letting our thoughts settle. Finally, I shift, slipping from Seraphina’s body and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I stand gingerly, unfolding myself until I’m at full height. Walking toward the en suite bathroom, I stop at her soft voice.
“Lincoln?”
I turn my head slightly, giving her my profile. “Yeah, cierń?”
“Thank you for being there tonight, for finding me.”
“Don’t you know by now, cierń? I’m always going to find you.”
“I know, Lincoln.”
I step over the threshold of my bathroom, grabbing a clean washcloth from my vanity before running it under warm water and returning to Seraphina. Lifting the blankets from her body, I wipe our cum from between her legs and return the washcloth to the sink, running it under cold water and squeezing it out to dry. Tomorrow, I’ll throw it in a bag of laundry, but for tonight, I leave it in the sink.
Shutting off the light, I make my way back into the bedroom and slide beneath the comforter, drawing Seraphina’s back to my chest and inhaling a mouthful of hair. I close my eyes, feeling a semblance of peace with her in my arms.
“Lincoln.” Sera shifts, rubbing her ass against me. If I didn’t come inside her ten minutes ago, my cock would be hard at the movement. “I love you.”
“I know, cierń.”