But I can’t think of a single time I’ve wanted a woman more than I want my wife right now.
“Don’t worry,Cattiva,” I murmur, my face mere inches from hers. “I’ll make your first time special.”
Closing the distance, I claim her lips, and my body ignites with blazing force.
11
SORA
I never knew a kiss could feel so erotic. But when Leo’s lips find mine, my pulse skyrockets, my skin lighting on fire despite the chill from being so bare.
His tongue dances out to trace the seam of my mouth, and my lips part on a soft gasp.
Then he’s pressing deeper, tasting me as the wine he’s been drinking flavors our kiss.
One big, warm hand slides around my waist, Leo’s fingers spreading as they find my stomach, pulling me back against him.
I can feel his erection, thick and hard against my tailbone through the skimpy lace of my panties—the only shred of clothing I have left besides my heels.
It’s overwhelming, the heat of his body against my prickling skin, and the clash of temperatures awakens my nerve endings, intensifying every touch.
A whimper rushes from me as his hand moves upward to palm my breast, the warmth seeping into my chest.
It feels dangerously inviting, and when Leo groans, his fingers kneading the supple skin, I feel the vibrations of it like an earthquake in my very soul.
“You’re so deliciously perfect, Princess,” he murmurs, keeping my chin trapped between his finger and thumb so I can’t turn away.
Then he seals my lips with his once more before he lets that hand, too, explore my body.
I’ve never felt so completely possessed, like he’s branding my flesh with each caress, claiming every inch of me for his own.
I never dreamed I could want him to so badly.
My heart feels like it might just beat right out of my chest. My knees are weak with the adrenaline surging through my body, my head spinning from the lack of oxygen and potent desire.
Leo’s hand slowly travels down my stomach, inching closer to the top of my panties, and wet arousal dampens the fabric between my thighs. It’s all I can do to cling to his forearms to keep myself upright.
We’ve gone from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. Leo hasn’t even bothered to remove his dinner jacket.
But as time flies forward, each moment stretches into eternity, making my nervous anticipation all the more excruciating.
I want to feel where this erotic pleasure leads. And at the same time, I’m terrified of what comes next.
My mother warned me that there isn’t always satisfaction in sex.But then, why do so many women fall into bed with Leo?
Thinking about it only compounds the agonizing anxiety that grips me, so I do my best to shove it from my mind, focusing on the way his fingers awaken a molten need deep inside me.
It’s shocking to realize that as much as I fantasized about the way Leo might touch me, the real thing is exponentially better.
He’s taking his time, savoring the moment as I squirm beneath his palms, my skin suddenly too hot and tight to ignore.
I gasp, my jaw dropping as his hand slides inside my panties, his fingers brushing against the intensely sensitive peak of my thighs.
He groans as his tongue delves inside my mouth, deepening the kiss as he cups my sex.
And when his fingers press between my folds, I cry out, already on the brink of climax.
“God, you’re so wet for me,Cattiva,” he rasps, his deep voice hoarse and dripping with arousal.
