“I want it, please,” she sobbed, writhing beneath him as he voiced a call so deep it vibrated through her entire body. Setting her alight as he entered her in one firm thrust of his hips. Splitting her open in glorious agony as she strained for every inch.
Only instincts.
He did not ease into a steady rhythm. Leon pounded into her from the very start, as if he could not stop himself. As if he needed more of her. He buried his face against her neck, calling to her on every breath until slick flowed in a river from between her thighs, easing his quick retreat and furious return.
“Going to fuck you so good, my sweet,” he growled at her ear, arms wrapping tight around Elena to hold her steady. Whispering filthy, delicious words as he continued to assault her body with so much pleasure it hurt.
Heat surged through her with each shocking slap of his hips, his deep strokes battering her insides until primal sounds grinded from her throat. Elena clung to him as pure electricity danced through her veins, drawing every muscle tight. She teetered on the edge of oblivion only to be dragged higher with his every move.
His hand shifted to her tender breast, clenching over the soft flesh before he mounded it to his lips. Sucking hard at its tight peak, he applied the sharp edge of his teeth until Elena writhed and shrieked her pleasure to the ceiling and the Gods beyond.
Sensation sparked across her skin, sizzling just under the surface as every touch sent her higher.
She begged as it began in jerky snaps to the rapid tempo of his surging hardness. Pleaded with him to never stop as it stole over her, robbing her of breath as slick muscle contracted over his length. Wringing it for the swollen knot he slammed home with a roar of release.
Elena screamed as the world shuddered and dipped, tiltingon its axis as pleasure unlike anything she’d ever experienced ripped through her body. It wrenched her taut, strangling her with ecstasy until all she could do was cling to the man above her. Taking in his heady scent on every panting breath, she whimpered when he shifted. Afraid he would take it all away.
Leon smiled against her lips as he began kissing her again. His hand stole between them, plucking at that bundle of nerves until her hips twitched and she whined low in her throat at the too much sensation.
“You’re going to come for me again, my sweet. Then I’m going to fuck you raw.”
Leon made good on his word. He mounted her several more times that day and well into the night. Painting her with his come, he spread it over her body and scented her as he’d done during her heat. Covering her and the nest she made right under his guiding hands.
Now Elena drowsed as he fed her tidbits from a tray Mrs. Jacobs had prepared, only rousing enough to chew whatever delicacy he put to her lips before her eyes fluttered shut once more and she hummed her contentment.
This wasn’t safe. She couldn’t depend on him like this, but it felt sogood. Just to have him hold her, nuzzle her neck and shoulder. Even his less than chaste kisses bolstered her strength by leaps and bounds until Elena felt almost herself again.
When he placed her hands low on her belly and covered them with his, purring softly for her, she would have come undone if he hadn’t whispered for her to eat more. As it was she sniffled back her overwhelmed tears and chewed on the slice of roast beef he’d pushed between her lips.
“Are you tired, little one,” he asked in a quiet murmur, hands soft as they travelled the length of her arms in a soothing line.
“Yes,” Elena said, leaning back into the solid strength of him as he set the tray aside. She gave a gentle hum as he wrapped his arms around her before pulling her up the bed,settling her slight weight against the pillows she’d arranged to perfection.
He saw to every detail, making sure she was comfortable before he leaned over and kissed her again. Feather light and teasing, he didn’t seek out more before pulling away with a smile spreading his lips.
It was a smile she’d not seen from him before. Content and not at all sharp, she could imagine he was truly happy in that moment. It made something deep inside her chest writhe, sticky tendrils invading every inch of her until she was lax and purring for him.
Confusion had her sounds stuttering to a halt as he climbed from the bed, donning his pants and shirt with smooth precision. As if he’d wiped away the tenderness between one moment and the next, he was all cool efficiency now.
“Sleep now,” he said as he left without even looking back at her.
She knew she couldn’t trust him. Should never have allowed herself to get so lost in him. He’d abandoned her as soon as his duties were done. Elena tried to bolster her flagging spirits with the knowledge that at least she knew now. She understood the game he’d played, using her as a pawn to get his own needs met while seeing to his pregnant Omega. She was a fool to think he cared anything for her. Knew it would never be true.
“Stupid idiot,” she muttered thickly as a wave of tears rushed to stinging eyes. Burying herself under the thick layers of blankets, she muffled her quiet sobs further.
The days bled into weeks. A pattern emerged from the routine of her life that Elena despised and needed.
Leon would ignore her for a time, never to be found in the house. Abandoning her to read the stacks of books he’dacquired just for her and thumb through catalogs of things for the baby. It was too soon for such things, but he wanted her to begin decorating a nursery to occupy her time.
Then he would return, all smiles and doting affection to leave her devastated. No matter how hard she fought to deny him, he would wrench such pleasure from her body. Make her hum in delight, purr her contentment before he once again vanished to leave her to repeat the long, arduous task of collecting the shattered pieces of her soul.
She was little more than a plaything to him.
“I’d like to go out,” Elena mumbled over her scrambled eggs one morning. There was no one there to hear her, no one to talk to save Mrs. Jacobs and sometimes Helen, but they were busy with their duties. She was so alone and lonely in a way she’d never felt.
“I’ll get word to Mr. Marchetti, dear. Now eat up,” Mrs. Jacobs said as she bustled around the table to pour Elena more tea.
Elena couldn’t force more than another bite. Her appetite waning, he was due to return to her soon anyway. He’d wave away her requests, ignoring her pleas. Leon would launch his assault upon her, leaving her shattered and adrift when he was done and sated.
