Page 66 of Nightshade

Only, well . . . I wanted him. I wanted as much of him as I could get, and yes, I was afraid our time together would be too short-lived, but it was hard to imagine ever being fully sated.

I pushed on his shoulder, and he fell easily onto his back, allowing me to roll on top of him. I slid my hands beneath his shirt and kissed his ear until he let out a soft gasp.

“Can I touch you?” Leo asked. The way his thumb arched across the small of my back sent heat dancing across my skin, but it was the way he asked that made me shiver against him. I rolled my hips, gasping raggedly at the sensation of him beneath me.

Desperate, I nodded.

He was so sweet, asking like that. Checking in on what I wanted. I wasn’t used to that, and maybe I should’ve been. Maybe this was how fucking was supposed to go, because it felt so damn good to know he wanted me—and that he wanted me to be happy.

His hand slipped down the back of the stretchy trousers I’d borrowed from him. His long middle finger slipped between my cheeks and circled my hole, setting my nerves aflame. I wanted him again—inside, filling me up, the strain of keeping quiet twisting his pretty lips.

“Take them off,” he begged, so I slung my leg over his hip to pull off the trousers and the shirt besides, while he shed his own clothing and found a bottle of something slick in his bedside table and spread it over his fingers.

This time, he slid his hand between us from the front. The way he watched it disappear between my thighs was pure hunger, so I braced myself on his shins and leaned back, spreading my legs for him to watch.

“Are you going to put that inside me?” I asked as he teased my rim. He was so damnably patient, I didn’t know how he stood it.

He bit his bottom lip, which was too plump and lovely for anyone’s good. “You want me to?”

I sucked in a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah. Get me ready for your cock. I want to ride it again. Feels so good with you in me, warm everywhere and”—I groaned as he sank the tip of his finger into me—“so full.”

He took his time prepping me, teasing me for what felt like forever with just one finger. It was like he wanted to map every inch of me, and I didn’t know how he could take just watching while my weeping cock bobbed against my belly. I rocked my hips, encouraging him deeper, thrilled when he finally added a second finger.

“You’re so beautiful,” Leo whispered when he finally dragged his gaze up from my ass to meet my eyes again. “I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful. Can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”

I couldn’t stand him being so sweet to me, not for long. He was stubborn as ever, but finally, he let me bat his hand away and rock against his rigid cock. The movement spread the lube between us.

Leo’s eyes fluttered shut. He dropped his head back onto the pillow, clutching desperately at my thighs.

It was too much and not enough. I lifted myself, adjusting us both so I could sink down on his cock again. His caught breath came out as a quiet, broken moan and I circled my hips.

He wanted to map every inch of me? Good. I’d give him all I had.

We tried to stay quiet as I rode him, but it was too much—the little hitches of his breath, the way a moan punched out of me when he lifted his hips just right and his cock dragged over my prostate.

“Leo,” I begged, reaching for his hand, dragging it up to my needy cock, flushed a deep red at the tip.

He took cues wonderfully, and he striped his hand across my cock while I bounced faster and faster. The dual pleasure of his hand and his perfect cock drove me over the edge, and I shot across him, marking all up his chest.

He clenched his teeth hard when he came too, and I let out a breathy laugh as I toppled forward. His cock slipped out of me. I was barely able to catch myself before landing in our mess, and licked my spend from his hairy chest.

He shivered, grinning, and his hands ran up my sides. “That feels nice,” he admitted.

Which obviously meant I needed to kiss him more, lick every inch of him I could uncover.

I set my mind to just that, and was dragging my tongue across his collarbone when he shivered and something came over him.

I didn’t know if it was good or bad, so I sat back on my knees and tried to ignore the rocks piling in my gut.

But it was just Leo there, looking up at me hopefully.

“You could bite me,” he murmured. The way he tilted his head showed exactly what he meant—he didn’t offer me his wrist or anywhere else.

He’d let me bite his neck, even after⁠—

“I killed that woman,” I whispered.

He shrugged. “I know you won’t hurt me, and she was attacking us. I’m not scared of you, Altair.”