“Like… well, mind-blowing, I guess. I feel like my thoughts are so scattered, I’ll never be able to collect them again.”
That makes me chuckle, and I lightly nip her neck, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “What did you expect?” I ask, curious about what she had come into the night anticipating.
Sora flushes, her neck turning a delicate pink as she looks embarrassed.
“Sora,” I press when she doesn’t answer right away.
“I don’t really know,” she admits. “I’ve… heard you’re a good lover,” she admits, her blush making it through the smooth layer of makeup on her cheeks. “But your family also has a reputation for being kind of brutal, and after the way things started out between us…”
My chest tightens as I see what she’s getting at. I was trying so hard to make her back out of the engagement, she couldn’t possibly have expected that I would be anything but mean.
“I thought you didn’t want me, and I’ve heard not all women find sex pleasurable, so…”
“And now?” I murmur, trailing kisses down her soft throat.
“Now… I want to do it again.”
The shyness in her delivery makes my heart swell, and my cock thickens at her enthusiasm.
“Coming three times wasn’t enough, greedy girl?” I tease, rocking slowly inside her.
She’s so wet from our combined release that it’s easy, and the friction makes blood pound in my quickly hardening length. Sora’s breath hitches, intensifying my arousal as her nipples pebble against my pecs.
I know the question is a double-edged sword, because saying it is enough would imply she doesn’t want more, while admitting it’s not enough would make her greedy. But I like teasing Sora. It brings out a light in her eyes that sets my body on fire.
“If you want more, then I want to hear you ask permission to come all over my cock like the greedy girl you are.” I rock inside her again, urging her onward with a reminder of what she wouldbe earning if she did, and Sora whimpers, even as her eyes burn with silent defiance.
“Say it,Cattiva,” I breathe against her sweet peach-and-jasmine-scented skin. “Beg me to let you come again, and I’ll fill you with my cum.”
Sora shudders violently, her hips rolling as she gasps, and tension crackles in the air as she holds out a moment longer. With a low growl, I pinch her nipple lightly between my finger and thumb, teasing the hard nub until she whimpers, then I switch to the other one.
“Please, Leo!” she gasps.
“Say all of it, Princess,” I whisper in her ear.
“Let me come on your cock again,” she moans.
It’s the dirtiest thing I’m sure Sora’s ever said, and hearing those words leave her innocent pink lips drives me wild. With a groan, I hook her knees around my elbows, spreading her thighs as I draw her ankles up near my shoulders, bending her in half.
And I plunge deep inside her, relishing the way she cries out with pleasure.
13
SORA
The smells of cypress and lemon rouse me gently from sleep as I nuzzle into the pillow next to my face, and my pulse starts to quicken. I’m not even fully conscious before a surge of anticipation rushes through me, and as the cheerful song of a bird filters through the window, telling me it’s morning, I open my eyes.
The bed is empty beside me, the early-morning light streaming through the blinds and across the vacant sheets. Leo must have gotten up already and chosen not to wake me. It’s the first time I’ve been allowed to sleep in since I can remember. Normally, I’m woken just after sunrise for a strict regimen of daily activity that will keep my mind and body fit for running a house and being a proper wife.
Being left to my own devices feels almost jarring—and intensely liberating.
With a sigh of contentment, I roll onto my back and groan as my aching muscles remind me of yesterday’s events. The steady throb between my thighs heats my skin as I think aboutlast night’s activities that went well into the early hours of the morning.
Holy hell, Leo is good at sex.
If I had knownthatwas what waited for me in my marriage bed, I might not have been so resistant to the idea—or nearly as terrified. Today, I feel like a new person—a true woman for the first time—and a thrill of anticipation ripples through me when I think about what else might pleasantly surprise me about being Leo’s wife.
Stretching each of my sore limbs, I slowly make my way out of bed and find my way around the spacious en-suite bathroom that’s part of Leo’s apartments. I never bothered taking my makeup off last night—which never happens. And today, my eyeliner sits like heavy bags under my eyes. My lips are puffy and tender after all the kissing, but I don’t mind. It leaves me with the lingering sensation of his mouth pressed to mine, his tongue awakening a desire deep in my belly as it tangled with my tongue.
