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After a beat, his lids lift. “Knowing where the night ends is turning me feral. And that kiss didn’t help. I need to claim you, but I know once I do, I’ll be addicted to your body like I am to your alluring mind. Like I was to your lips after our first kiss.”
My nipples ache for attention as his chest brushes up against them. “Why is that bad?” I ask.
His face falls. “I’ll scare you away with this insatiable desire. I’ll be out of control with my need for you, wanting to be around you every second of every day.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Make me yours in every way you can think of. Claim every part of me,” I say, the implications lighting a fire in my core. “Chain me to you if you like. My mind and body are reaching out for you, needing you like their next breath. I feel what you feel, Leo.”
He shakes his head, a soft smile turning up the corners of his mouth. He leans down to speak his next words in my ear. “Everyone in this room is under your spell.”
“But only you can have me,” I say breathily, letting out a little squeak when he pinches my nipple.
“Only me, Kyra,” he repeats, his hold on my breast tightening.
Roxy appears beside us, placing a carafe on a side table and disappearing into the crowd. Leo swipes his thumb under my pointed nipple before his touch falls away.
“Do you know what that is, little girl?” he asks, pointing to the crystal jug.
“Wine?” I guess.
“Mm.” His eyes darken. “Wine that I’ve had blessed. Which means?”
“We can’t waste it.”
“Correct again. Still sure you want this? I can promise a night of worship, but He won’t feature. And I definitely won’t be the only one sinning.”
“I don’t want to be lost anymore, Leo. Faith and prayer sent me into the abyss. I might not be ready to give it up, but I’m not a blind believer anymore. God couldn’t save me from hurt, from judgment, from darkness. But you can. So the question is for you. Will you save me? Save me with sin?”
“Yes. Always yes, Kyra.”
He reaches for the top button of his shirt but my hand darts out to stop him.
Heat sparks in his eyes as my hands replace his, and I start to slowly unbutton his shirt. I slip the fabric off his shoulders, smoothing my fingers down his hot muscles and relishing in the sight of the black ink stretching around from his back. My mind itches to explore every inch of him, especially the tattoo I’ve yet to see.
I save it for later, delayed gratification and all that, and reach for his belt. I let the leather thunk loudly to the ground, tackling his zipper next and doing my best to avoid his hard cock as I undo his pants and drag them down his powerful thighs.
He steps out of each pant leg and I discard them next to his belt, kneeling in front of him as I lift my hands to the waistband of his black boxers. His cock twitches underneath the cotton, and I have to stretch the waist to dodge his jutting tip as I peel them off.
I stare at his thick shaft in front of me, licking my lips as I remember the last time I was in this position.
“Oh, no, little girl,” he chides, helping me to my feet. He leans in with a dangerous smirk. “I’m eating you tonight.”
I stiffen at the thought and his throaty laugh has a wave of wetness pooling between my legs. “Your turn,” he says, and my eyes widen at the idea he wants me to open my legs for him right here. But then his hands round my shoulders and he gets to work undoing the delicate crisscross back of the babydoll his eyes have been devouring the second he saw me.
I don’t know how he loosens the ribbons without looking but his dexterous fingers make quick work of it, and before I know it, he’s holding the lace hem, ready to strip it off me. I eye the screen that shields my naked form, turning the two of us into silhouettes in the candlelight. The one open side sends a thrilling pulse through my veins and like before, I know Leo will be a solid wall blocking me from everyone’s view. What was it he said?
No one sees your cunt but me.
I bite my lip, lifting my hands above my head, and he sweeps the lacey garment up, adding it to the growing pile on the floor.
“Potrei morire in questo momento,” he mutters, blatantly staring at my naked flesh.
He stalks toward me, his eyes narrowing when I try to cover my breasts. “Don’t hide from me. Not your excitement. Not your body,” he says, sliding one hand from my hip up to my ribs, his thumb teasing the side of my breast.
I cautiously return the torment, my fingers drawing a delicate path from the smattering of hair below his navel up the contours of his rigid stomach, over his pointed nipples, to clasp his neck, gently piercing the skin above the licks of ink.
He sucks in a breath, the sound morphing into a groan when I boldly scratch a path over his shoulders. “Fuck. Don’t hide those sexy claws either.”
I step into him, watching his reaction as my lips move closer to his chest. When all I see is pure need reflected in his ice-blue gaze, I close the space, taking his nipple into my mouth.
