His smooth voice turns dangerous, deeper, rougher. “What do you feel, Leo?” he whispers in my ear.
I try to clear the fog of lust and focus on all the sensations around me. “The sheets, they’re…silky.”
“Hmmm,” he moans. “And?” His whispers tickle over my neckthis time.
He begins to pull my jeans and panties down, the cold air to my center sending shivers racing across my legs, down to my toes.
“I-I, umm… The cuffs… They dig into my wrists, pinch a bit.” The sensation isn’t necessarily painful, but it’s noticeable.
He spreads my legs with his hands. They’re warm on my knees, and I feel each callous graze my skin.
“Good.” A raspy growl comes from his throat, and I feel it on my center. He’s silent as he moves, and I didn’t even realize he was already that close to my clit. Holy shit.
I begin to squirm beneath him, chasing his tongue with my hips, but I can’t see him.
But then I feel him. I feel his wet, warm lips kissing my scars. From my belly to my thighs, he kisses each one, and then my cesarean scar… He traces it with his fingertips as he descends to my pussy. He is done with the teasing. He nips and sucks with an animalistic fervor, and my head rolls back with a loud, reverent moan.
“Everett!”
“That’s it, pretty bird. Sing for me.”
And I do.
He worships me with his tongue while I worship him with my voice, and then I’m melting, burning, combusting with my release all over his tongue.
“Fuck, Leo,” he pants.
Then next thing I know, he is inside me, in one brutal thrust. I couldn’t see it coming, didn’t even hear him remove his pants, and the sensation is undeniably the most exhilarating experience I have ever had. He thrusts hard, once, twice, and then flips me by my hipsand yanks them up so my breasts and face are in his pillow and my wrists are crossed now. My shirt still blocks my sight, but I can feel his hands leaving punishing bruises to my soft hips. And then he thrusts back inside, hitting so deep it makes me cry out in pain, in pleasure, in ecstasy.
I whimper each time he slams into me. He is brutal, unforgiving, relentless in the pursuit of my orgasm.
My sweet gentleman turns into a dark devil when he is between my thighs, and I go feral for it.
My orgasm claims me just as this man did, fast and all consuming. And as I spasm around him, he roars out and releases with one last thrust. I feel him pulse inside me, filling me up.
“Your cunt is so fucking greedy, milking me dry, pretty bird.”
Words are barely registering in my head as my body becomes liquid and I collapse into the soft mattress and pillows. I feel him release my wrists from the cuffs then pull my shirt the rest of the way off.
I watch his perfectly sculpted body walk to the bathroom and return with a warm washcloth. His touch is incredibly gentle as he cleans me up. You would never think that this man was the same one who just ravished me with brutal hands and filthy words.
When he comes back from putting the washcloth away, he covers me in his warm blankets and slips in behind me. His warm chest to my cool back is like a salve to all the pain and trauma that mars my mind and body. With thoughts of him and our family, I drift to sleep wrapped up in my Ev, where I was always meant to be.
“Daddy! Daddy! Get up! Get up!”
I’m dreaming.
I must be.
A little boy tugging at my arm, her arm slung over my chest, her scent invading my nostrils, her moan stiffening my—
“Daddy!”
My eyes shoot open. Fuck. Not a dream.
I look at Rune, who is trying desperately to move me from the bed, then look to my right to see Leo softly snoring, her curls covering her eyes and a small amount of drool pooling on the sheets. Her head isn’t even on a pillow, and her arm is slung over my chest while she sleeps deeply on her stomach.
“I’m up! Let me just—” I realize at this moment that I am naked and so is Leo. Damn, we are going to need to find a solution to this. Leo needs to sleep naked. There’s no other option when she is in our bed, but if Rune is going to be making early morning wake-up calls, then something’s got to give. Maybe a lock on the door…
