His hand crept beneath her skirts and squeezed her thigh, making her gasp. His fingers inched closer, pressing into her flesh with soft, crawling motions. She squirmed, wanting to feel him inside her, and he obligingly drew his fingers down and dipped them between her legs. He slid his fingertips back and forth along her slit before gently pressing inside. She arched her back and hissed in pleasure.
“More,” she cried. “Faster.”
“If I had known this is what I would have found when I bed you, I would have done it the moment I met you,” he said, pressing her against the wall.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and ground her pelvis against his. “If you’d have troubled to ask, I would have told you.”
She pressed her breasts against him and buried her nose in his neck. The rumbling in his chest reverberated through her body. He dragged his nails along her thighs and she shuddered in pleasure. The sharp pain melted into her liquid center. His teeth grazed along the space where her shoulder met her neck. He bit lightly, then ran his tongue along the spot. The sensation curled her toes, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access.
“Oh, oh, yes. Right there. Keep doing that.” Heat gathered between her thighs as his fingers moved. He rasped his tongue up her neck, nipping and sucking as she moaned against him. His hand left her skin, and she was about to complain when he brought the hand back in a spank that sent a shock of electricity through her and startled a gasp from her lips.
He chuckled deep in his throat as he rubbed and kneaded her sore bottom. “Like that, did you?” He took her earlobe into his mouth and bit down. “Do you want more?”
She was too breathless to respond, but she squeezed her legs around him.
A deep moan rumbled through his chest, and she fell backward through the open door, supported by his arms. They dropped onto the bed, and he thrust her legs apart. Something hot and hard pressed against her inner thigh.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, panting. “If you sayno, I will walk away.”
“What will you do? Tell me.”
“I will press my cock deep inside you,” he said. “There may be pain, but then there will be pleasure.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Inch by careful inch, he pressed into her. It was glorious, like the empty part inside of her was finally being filled. He pushed deeper, anchoring her with a hand on her hip. She remained tense, but the pain never came.
He pressed until he was speared as deeply as he could go. Then, with a guttural growl, he surged forward, and she felt it in her core, burning her from the inside. He was alive inside her. Throbbing and pushing into her so deep, she thought he would touch her heart. Yet somehow, he still went deeper.
He didn’t pause long, and soon, he was thrusting. She reached down and touched the bud of her pleasure at the apex of her thighs. She twitched it and the tension grew, getting closer and closer until she could feel it, a piercing sensation that crested into an explosion of fireworks.
When she became aware of her surroundings again, Leo had slipped out of her and pulled the thick coverlet from the bottom of the bed up and over them. She curled against his chest with a soft sigh, and he juggled her until she lay half over him, her hand curled over his heart.
“Wake me before morning,” she breathed, her leg curling around his. “I must return to my room before anyone finds me missing.”
He kissed the top of her head. “I will.”
*
Leo cradled thesleeping bundle of woman against his chest as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions in his chest.
What have I done?
He hadn’t intended to let their attraction go so far. He’d counted on his experience and control to guide her through the initial strings of the chorus of their amorous congress, without ever reaching the crescendo. He’d failed to account for how irresistible she was.
He buried his nose in her soft hair and breathed in her unique smell, committing it to memory. She was all soft, warm curves, a perfect complement to the lean, hardness of his own body.
It’s more than that, though.
There were plenty of curvy, experienced women who would have leaped into his bed at the crook of his finger. Women who would have bedded him then walked away that same night, sated with their conquest. But he didn’t want any of them—ever again. He only wanted Saffron.
He wrapped his arms more securely around the faintly snoring woman in his arms.
What the hell am I going to do?
Chapter Twenty
Leo dreamed, ashe always did, of the day Sabrina had died.
