“You think I am going to allow you to walk around with another’s man brand on you?”
She chuckled and raised her eyebrow.
“You do not own me, Leo.”
He leaned, blinking slowly, his gaze travelling from her defiant eyes, down to her mouth, then to the frantic pulse at the base of her throat, before returning to hold her captive.
“Don’t I, Prim?”
Her breath stuttered, her lower lip trembled before she tried to control it, biting her jaw down.
“Perhaps I should brand you, so you remember it.”
Only then did Prim realized the grave danger she was in. She dared one small step back, but it was too late. Leo, grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him.
“I will make sure you wear me, Prim.”
His mouth captured hers with restrained violence. His free hand went in her hair keeping her in place, as his lips devoured hers. He stopped to look in her eyes only to find her totally disoriented. His teeth found her lower lip, dragging along the soft flesh before soothing the sting with a slow, deliberate swipe of his tongue. He did it again. A sharp nip, a long, languid lick.
Prim swayed, all balance lost. Her finger dug in his chest to steady her body, his arm around her waist, anchoring her to him. His mouth pathed a hot, scorching path to her jaw. His hand moved, fingers curling around her throat, his thumb under her chin, keeping her trembling body where he wanted it.
He nipped at her jaw, slowly making his way down her neck. He deftly found the clasp of the necklace and the precious jewel fell with a thud on the ground. Where the cold metal had touched, now his lips were with wet, open-mouthed kissed.
“I own this,” he growled in her neck.
Her response was a muffled moan as her hand flew to her mouth, to stop the treacherous sound, her eyes half-lidded in a haze. He chuckled on her skin, waking shudder with each breath. His lips went behind her ear, and his deft tongue found the sensitive spot there, making her fold into him with a deep sigh.
“This. I own this too.”
His teeth caught her earlobe and Prim moaned into the stillness no matter how she bit her lip. A lick claimed her perfect little ear, till Prim abandoned her body to him, unable to stand anymore.
“This belongs to me.”
He moved fast, sat on the marble bench, her on his lap sideways, his lips still on her neck, right where it met her shoulder. His fingers moved to reveal more of her skin to him, more land to claim. He bit down softly on her shoulder, barely holding his instincts in check.
“I will claim it all, Miss P.J.”
She looked up to him, her eyes level to his in this position. Through the haze of desire, Leo could still see it. Her defiance transformed into something new. A fierce, silent challenge. If Leo was on fire before, now he was ablaze. And he decided he would not burn alone.
His mouth punished her with a hot, wet kiss. He lingered there, his tongue battling with hers, their sighs and moans mingling in the shared air between them. His hand on her waist made sure she wouldn’t escape him. His other hand combed through her hair, the sound of her pins falling like raindrops on the marble bench held the tempo of unbridled desire. His mouth explored her more, waking a deep sigh from within her.
“This sigh is now mine.”
Slowly, he undid the fastenings of the dress, the soft fabric pooling around her waist. Only her chemise remained, the fabric deliciously thin, the swell of her breast a shadow under the summer sun.
One hand skittered down her shoulder, and then his fingertips teased her collarbone. The slow, agonizing descent of his heavy hand made her arch her body into is touch.
“Everywhere. All of it,” he growled in her ear.
A sharp, involuntary intake of breath was her only response. Encouraged, Leo dared more as his lips kissed her neck. He leaned to the skin on her back his breath caressing her skin. Then a bite, leaving a red mark he soothed with a soft kiss.
She bit her lip lost in the sensation. But Leo was greedy. He found the soft mound of her breast, heavy in his palm. Leisurely, his fingers found the hard center. A feather touch with his thumb was enough for her.
“Leo!”
“That,” he roared against her neck, nipping on it. “My name on your lips.”
He moved to her ear, his lips brushing her inflamed skin.
