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“You all do. Every day,” I whispered, and it was the truth. Things had happened so quickly, but they were my reason to fight—to love again.
He nodded but his eyes were distant, his expression pained. I could feel a deep sorrow emanating from him, which made my heart ache. I wanted to mend the broken pieces of his heart and take away all the hurt he had endured. I gently took his hand, threading my fingers with his, and brushed a soft kiss against his knuckles.
“Christine, I should have told you how deeply I loved you long before now.” His voice was so low and raw it sent shivers down my spine.
“It’s alright,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. “You didn’t have to tell me anything, because I already knew.”
I leaned closer, pressing my lips against his as if to transfer all the emotions inside of me into him. He moaned softly and tightened his hold around me, encasing me in a cocoon of warmth and safety.
“I don’t deserve you,” he breathed against my hair.
“Leo,” I said softly. “You were there for me when I was vulnerable and scared, when there was no one else who would help me. You saved me from the darkest parts of myself, and you will always have my gratitude.”
I closed my eyes, reveling in the moment as the sound of Leo’s beating heart and the rustle of leaves outside filled my ears.
“Our first time together wasn’t exactly what I envisioned,” he said softly, a hint of a smile on his lips.
The memory of that night sent heat surging through me as I blushed in embarrassment, but looking back now, I was thankful for Atticus’s intervention.
“You probably wouldn’t have done it without Atticus forcing you,” I said with a laugh.
Leo didn’t find my words funny. “I wanted you, Christine,” he whispered. “I wanted to touch you. Take you. Taste you.”
He hesitantly peered up from under his thick, dark eyelashes and lowered the rough blanket wrapped around my body. Licking my lips, I watched him take in my bare body inch by inch. He ran a finger over my collarbone and up to my lips, tracing the outline of them before whispering in my ear. “Are you wet right now, baby? For me? For only me?”
My eyes glazed over as I stared at his raging hard-on. His thick, engorged shaft was spilling pre-cum onto his thighs. I wanted to taste him. His foreskin was peeled back, showcasing the bulging, pulsing tip in all its glory. The veins protruded in all directions, seemingly reaching for me. Leo’s cock looked like it was carved from marble, and its deep crimson color matched the flush of his skin.
I stopped staring at his cock to look back into his eyes. The intensity of his gaze made me feel both vulnerable and sexy.
“I love the way you look at my dick, baby. Like it’s a treat meant only for you,” he said as he grazed my neck with his lips. His hands moved around me, exploring every inch of my skin. His hands were everywhere. His touch, his kiss, and the way he loved me with every fiber of his being were all perfect.
I reached up and touched his face, sending him into a flurry of kisses that expressed how much he loved and needed me. Our tongues danced together and he let out a small grunt, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at me.
“Christine…you are so…” He sank lower and slowly spread my legs apart, taking in the sight of my glistening wetness. “You are so perfect. I need to devour you,” he murmured as his fingers spread me, sending tremors of bliss throughout my body. He paused and leaned closer to drag his tongue up to my clit. My fingers curled in his long blond hair. I had to shut my eyes and bite my lips to suppress the cries that were begging to escape. He explored me with his tongue a few times more before plunging it deep inside, thrusting fiercely.
I arched off the bed at the invasion. I could feel his hot mouth. His wet tongue. The groans of pleasure vibrating against my sex.
He then licked and teased my clit, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each pass of his tongue, sending electricity through my veins. My toes curled up, and I was so close, yet so far from achieving release. He held me back from the edge, refusing to let me go, enjoying the power he held over me.
“Please,” I whimpered, my body quivering in anticipation. His lips curled into a devious smirk, knowing exactly what he was doing.
“What was that?” he purred, as he covered my pussy with his mouth and slipped a finger inside of me. I could barely contain my screams of pleasure. “Did you just beg me to stop?”
“No,” I panted, shaking beneath him as he increased his tempo. “I asked you to please not stop.”
He licked my clit and fingered me with precision, commanding me to succumb to his touch and pushing me even closer to climax without letting me go over the edge yet. I could feel his control over my body and my pleasure, and I felt a rush of excitement.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” he groaned.
He sucked and licked to the rhythm of my shaking body, coaxing a few more swells of ecstasy from me. I was desperate for release, and I arched my back, lifting my hips higher to give him more access to my pussy. I needed him inside of me, I needed to feel him around me, and I needed to hear him come undone.
“Please, please, oh God,” I begged, but he was lost to the bliss of my body. Savoring me. Teasing me. He pulled away from me and sat up. I could see the lust and desire in his eyes. He stared at me and I reached out to him, begging him to take me and give me what I so desperately needed. He shook his head and climbed up my body, pushing me back into the mattress, as if to say it wasn’t my time yet.
He pinned me to the bed, his strong hands restraining my wrists. I winced as he pressed into me, the pleasure and pain intertwining and scorching my skin. His grip tightened as he moved, sending delicious shudders down my spine. I gasped in ecstasy when he surged inside of me, claiming me and making me his own with one single thrust.
My fingers dragged down his chest, down his abs, and when I hit the raised skin from his injury, I lifted slightly to look. The stitches on his stomach were angry and red. “Are you okay?” I asked before brushing my fingers over it once more.
“I could be bleeding out and I’d still find the energy to fuck you, Christine,” he rasped.
