She shivers deliciously around me, her walls clenching in response, and Sora’s breath hitches as she peers up at me with lust-clouded eyes.
“You love me?” she whispers, like she’s only just registered my confession and still isn’t sure she heard me right.
Releasing a soft hum, I lean in to brush my lips across hers. “I love you more than life itself,” I murmur, sliding my arm beneath her hips so I can press deeper inside her.
Sora’s eyebrows lift, her lips parting on a soft gasp, and her fingers press into the nape of my neck. “I love you too.”
I never thought words could sound so sweet, but coming from Sora, they turn me on ten times more than all the dirty things I’ve gotten her to say since our wedding night.
“Cazzo,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside her as I steal another molten kiss.
29
SORA
I never thought I’d hear Leo say he loves me, and what it does to me is beyond any feeling I could begin to express. But feeling his response when I tell him I love him is the single most euphoric sensation of my life.
His kiss is like a brand against my lips, molten and filled with a possessive desire that positively melts me. His cock hardens, swelling impossibly inside me, and I know the second before it happens that he’s going to come. The thought that I could drive him to this point—that telling him I love him could make him lose himself inside me—that launches me into my second explosive orgasm of the evening.
Hot cum floods my body as I fall apart around Leo, my walls gripping him like a vise as I urge every last drop of his seed deep into my depths. I never knew love could feel like this. Like my body and his have become one, like all the barriers that have separated us have just vanished and all that’s left is raw, unconditional devotion.
Leo saved my life today.
But this, tonight, being wrapped up in his powerful arms, this is what makes my life worth living.
We breathe heavily together as he stills inside me, his cock twitching in response to my throbbing aftershock as I cling to him, holding him on top of me. He’s heavy, nearing two hundred pounds of solid muscle, but the weight feels deliciously satisfying. The firm mattress beneath me reassures me that I’m not dreaming—I’m actually here, safe in his embrace.
Leo presses a soft kiss to my forehead, and slowly, softly, he eases out of me. “Let’s get you home,” he suggests, his voice warm and raspy.
Nodding, I sit up and glance around the room. I don’t entirely want to put my swimsuit and kaftan back on, but I didn’t bring a change of clothes. As if reading my mind, Leo smirks and goes to the closet near the bathroom to pull out a fresh fluffy terry cloth robe. He tosses it to me, then rummages through the drawers to find a fresh pair of swim trunks and a T-shirt that he shrugs into.
“Ready?” he asks, leaning in as if to scoop me up.
“I can walk,” I insist, warmth pooling in my cheeks.
“You sure?”
I nod, then slip my hand into his, silently telling him what I want. His fingers close around mine, warm and reassuring, and he walks me toward the door, keeping a close eye on me, like he thinks I might collapse at any minute.
“I’m fine, really,” I insist as we reach the edge of the yacht.
Honestly, the thing I’m worried about most is my baby. That nightmare has left a haunting fear that something’s wrong, but I don’t want to come right out and say it. Not when it finallyfeels like things between me and Leo are in a good place. If he finds out I knew I was pregnant and was keeping it from him, I can’t imagine how far back that might set us. I’ll get a doctor’s checkup in the morning and tell Leo after I’m sure the baby’s okay.
Leo wraps an arm around my waist as we step onto the dock together. God, it feels good to have my feet on solid land again. I don’t know that I’ll ever get back on that damn boat.
A car is waiting for us at the entrance to the boatyard, and Leo opens the door for me before following me in. He’s being a perfect gentleman—like he always is. But something about it feels much more intimate now. Like the stiffness in his gestures has vanished. It feels like there’s been a major shift in our relationship. Suddenly, and in the best of ways.
As the car rolls out of the parking lot, Leo wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side so he can press a kiss to the crown of my head.
Giddy butterflies erupt in my stomach, sending a tingle up my spine.
If dying is what it took to bring us together, I can’t say I regret what happened. This is the feeling I hoped for the very first time I met him—a connection that doesn’t account for the resentment between our families, a chance to find true, honest happiness despite the conflict threatening to keep us apart.
Still, I haven’t addressed the elephant in the room.
Despite the progress Leo and I might have made today, if anything, what happened between me and Kenji has only hurt the alliance.
“I couldn’t do it,” I admit, glancing down at my hand resting in my lap. I lean a little harder into Leo’s side, hoping he won’t pull away once I tell him.
