"Last chance to change your mind," he says roughly.
I shake my head. "I don't want to change my mind. I want this. I want you."
"Fuck." The word is half prayer, half curse. "You have no idea what you do to me."
"Show me." The words surprise me as much as they do him. But I mean them. "Show me what I do to you."
His eyes go nearly black. "Florrie—"
"Please." I roll my hips against him deliberately, feeling him pulse against me. "I'm tired of feeling like things are happening to me instead of with me. I want to feel good. I want you to make me feel good."
For a long moment, he just stares at me. Then something shifts in his expression, the last of his restraint crumbling away.
"Okay," he says quietly.
He shifts us, laying me back against the pillows with a gentleness that contradicts the hunger in his eyes. He settles over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress in a way that could feel suffocating but doesn't.
"Tell me if you want to stop," he says, his hand tracing along my jaw. "At any point. I'll stop even if it kills me. Understand?"
"I understand."
"Good." He leans down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that's achingly soft. "Then let me show you exactly what you do to me, Florrie. And what I'm going to do to you."
Leon
Show me what I do to you.
The words echo in my head, and something primal snaps loose inside my chest. She has no idea…no fucking idea what she does to me.
I settle over her, caging her in with my arms, and force myself to go slow even though every instinct I have is screaming to claim her. To mark her. To make her understand that she's mine now in every way that matters.
"Florrie," I say, my voice rougher than I intend. "I need you to understand something."
Her eyes are wide, pupils blown, lips parted. She's so goddamn beautiful it hurts to look at her.
"What?" she whispers.
"When I touch you, when I taste you, when I'm inside you..." I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. "It's not just sex. It's not just fulfilling a mandate or getting you pregnant. It's claiming you. Do you understand?"
She shivers beneath me. "Yes."
"Say it." My hand slides under the t-shirt she's wearing, my t-shirt, and I feel her stomach quiver beneath my fingers. "Say you understand what this means."
"You're claiming me." Her breath hitches when my fingers trace along her ribs. "Making me yours."
"That's right." I pull back to look at her face. "And once I do this, once I have you, there's no going back. You'll be mine, Florrie. In every way. Forever."
The word hangs between us.Forever.
I watch her process it. Watch the fear and want war in her eyes. Watch her decide.
"Okay," she breathes. "Make me yours."
Something feral takes over.
I kiss her again, harder this time, swallowing the small sound she makes. My hand continues its exploration under the shirt, mapping the softness of her skin, the curves I've been thinking about since the warehouse.
She's perfect. Soft where I'm hard. Warm where I'm cold. Everything I didn't know I needed until she stumbled through that door.
