It's meant to be a joke, but something flickers across his face.
"Florrie." His hand cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. "You're not a means to an end. You're not just here to fulfill the mandate. What we did today, what we're building... that's real."
"Even though it started as a lie?"
"Especially because it started as a lie." His thumb strokes my cheek. "Because we're choosing to make it true."
He's right. We are choosing this. Every conversation, every touch, every decision we make together, that's us choosing each other despite how we started.
"Okay," I whisper.
Then he's kissing me, deep and claiming, like he's sealing the promise we just made to each other. And I kiss him back with everything I have, pouring all my uncertainty and hope and unexpected trust into it.
Leon
I pull back from the kiss, my forehead resting against hers, breathing her in.
Florrie’s eyes are half-lidded, dark with that mix of trust and heat that’s been undoing me all damn day. Her hands are still resting against my chest, like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.
“Leon,” she whispers, her voice a little breathless, a little needy. It’s all the invitation I need.
I stand, scooping her up in one motion. She gasps, clinging to my shoulders as I carry her upstairs to the bedroom, our bedroom now. The word settles in my chest like a brand, hot and permanent. I kick the door shut behind us, not bothering with the lights.
The moon filters through the curtains, casting everything in a soft glow, but I want to see her.
I flick on the lights before I lay her down on the bed, following her immediately, my weight pressing her into the mattress. She arches up against me, seeking friction, and I grind down, letting her feel how hard I am for her already.
“Fuck, Florrie,” I growl against her neck, nipping at the pulse point there. “You have no idea what you do to me. Walking around in those clothes I bought you, holding your own at that table like you were born for this life. For me.”
Her hands tug at my shirt, pulling it free from my pants. “Show me,” she says, echoing her words from this morning, but there’s a challenge in her voice now, a dirty edge that makes my cock twitch. “Show me what I do to you, Leon. Make me feel it.”
I sit back on my heels, stripping off my shirt in one rough pull, then reaching for hers. She lifts her arms without hesitation, letting me peel the sweater away, exposing those perfect tits, nipples already hard and begging for my mouth beneath the plain cotton bra. I lean down, sucking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around, wetting the fabric, while my hand palms the other. She moans, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.
“Moan for me, moya Krasotka,” I murmur against her skin, switching sides. “Let me hear how much you want this.”
I work my way down her body, unbuttoning her jeans and dragging them off along with her panties in one swift motion. She’s soaked already, glistening in the low light, and the sight of her spread out for me, ready and waiting, nearly undoes me. But I need more. Need to taste her again, to feel her come apart on my tongue before I bury myself inside her.
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wide with my shoulders. “Look at you,” I say, my voice rough with hunger. “So fucking wet for me. You want my mouth again, don’t you? Want me to make you squirt like you did this morning?”
Her breath hitches, and she props herself up on her elbows, watching me with wide eyes.
“Yes,” she breathes, and there’s no shyness now, just raw want. “Do it, Leon. Make me soak you. Then fill me up with your hot cum.”
Fuck. The words hit me like a punch to the gut, her dirty response flipping a switch in me. Breeding her. Putting my childin her. The mandate be damned, this isn’t about obligation anymore. It’s about claiming her completely, about seeing her swell with my baby, knowing she’s mine in every way.
“God, yes,” I groan, my cock throbbing painfully against the bed. “I’m going to fill you so full, Florrie. Pump you with my cum until it takes. Until you’re carrying my heir. But first...”
I dive in, flattening my tongue against her clit and licking her slow and hard, savoring her taste. She bucks against my mouth, a sharp cry escaping her lips. I don’t hold back this time. Two fingers slide into her easily, curling up to hit that spot that made her shatter before. She’s tighter now, still sensitive from earlier, and it only makes me hungrier.
“Oh fuck, yes—” Her hips grind against my face, chasing the pleasure. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it relentlessly with my tongue while my fingers pump in and out, twisting just right. She’s babbling now, dirty words spilling out that make my blood boil with desire. “Harder—please—make me come, then fuck me deep until your cum drips out of me—”
Her words snap my control. I growl against her, the vibration making her thighs clamp around my head. I add a third finger, stretching her, thrusting faster, my tongue working her clit without mercy. She’s close, I can feel it in the way her walls flutter around my fingers, the way her body tenses like a wire being pulled taut.
She screams my name, her back arching off the bed as she shatters. A hot gush floods my hand, soaking my fingers, my chin, the sheets, just like this morning, but even more intense. I work her through it, lapping up every drop, drawing out her orgasm until she’s whimpering, oversensitive and shaking.
I crawl up her body, shedding my pants as I go, my cock springing free, aching for her. Dripping for her. She’s stillpanting, her eyes glazed, but she reaches for me, pulling me down.
“Inside me,” she begs as she draws up her knees, her voice wrecked. “Fill me up, Leon, show the world who owns me.”
