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Chapter Twenty

Leon

Her big, brown eyes were watching me, waiting for me to talk about my feelings for her.

A grin grew on her face as a smirk appeared on mine. I’d been out of practice for a while, but I managed to roll us over smoothly and position myself above her.

“You’re smart, always analyzing your surroundings.” I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“You’re determined.”

“You mean crazy.” She giggled as I kissed her nose.

That she was, but after everything she had been through, it was bound to change something in her head. That was something I admired about her, though. She was strong enough to keep going and live her life every day. She went after what she wanted, and at first that scared me. Now I found that I rather liked that a lot.

“I’m starting to like your crazy. A lot.” I pressed my hardening cock against her leg to give her an idea just how hot I found her. Her eyes lit up with desire, and I loved that look on her.

“You’re a fantastic dancer.” I kissed her lips quickly then pulled back.

She danced when there was music blaring and when there wasn’t any playing. It took some getting used to, but honestly I’d been starting to think it was cute.  Guessing the song she was thinking of was pointless—I’d tried once and was way off.

She moved her hips up toward me and then around, proving how those dance moves would be useful later.

“Despite our start of me hiding from you, you’ve never given up on me.”  My hand moved down to caress her body over her short top. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath, I discovered, my fingers finding her barbell on her taut nipple.

“I’ve thought about these a lot lately,” I admitted.

“Think about them with your mouth sucking them.” She smiled, then went about lifting her shirt over her head. There was no time to waste: Lilith gave an order, and I had no problem giving into her.

My mouth swirled over those wings around her sweet, pink nipple.

Her breasts were perfect, and I could seriously touch them all day. Not big, but not small. She was just right. The holy Goldilocks of tits.

“When was the last time you were touched, Lilith?” I didn’t care when, but I was curious.

“I can’t remember. Vibrators are better than men anyways,” she purred, and I stopped sucking on her tit.

Okay, I’ll be the first to admit it had been a while for me. I was too afraid of breaking a woman, so I usually stayed away. I tried it once with the chick on top, which was fine, but then my hands gripped the bed so hard I tore the mattress. The girl freaked, and that was it. But I’ll be damned if she thought that a vibrator was better than me.

I forgot all about the things I liked about her—my mission now was to make her believe in the one dick above all: mine.

She wouldn’t run away if I broke anything, as long as it wasn’t her.

Her eyes looked at me in confusion as to why I stopped. Instead of answering her, my hands and mouth clashed against her body with a strong purpose.

The little moans and whimpers from her lips only spurred me on, to prove her statement wrong.

My hands went to her tight-as-hell jeans; we both worked her out of them in a few seconds and then she was bare before me.

I’d technically seen her naked before, but then I was too freaked to truly appreciate the sight that was now spread before me. The sunrise coming in from the window next to the bed gave a sweet orange glow to her skin. She was perfection.

I moved closer to inspect her soft body with my hands, but stilled when I saw them.

She had little scars all over her body. From fighting?

When my fingers rubbed along her hips and felt raised skin that seemed oddly familiar, I had to examine it. I swore her whole body stiffened as I moved over to look at the scar.