“These need to go,” I say, tugging at her yoga pants. “Along with whatever you’re wearing underneath.”
Throwing the sheets back, I straddle her, my fingers curling around her waistband. Domina lifts her hips, allowing me to strip her naked with ease. I ache to be able to see her. All of her. The tight nipples, her pussy, but most of all, her face. Her eyes.
“Fuck,” I groan as the scent of her arousal hits me, so strong, all rational thought flees. Surging up, I claim her mouth in a searing kiss. By the time I pull away, she’s practically writhing under me. “I…I need to turn the light back on, baby.”
Confusion furrows her brow. It’s the first thing I see when the room is once again bathed in a gentle glow. Smoothing my thumb over the little wrinkle, I capture her lower lip between my teeth and tug gently.
“Gorgeous. Every inch of you,” I say when I slide back down with my head between her thighs. Dark brown nipples, perfect, dewy skin marred only by the fading bruises on her shoulder and hip.
I should have been faster.
Black curls glisten over her mound, and she hasn’t moved her arms from where they lie bent over her head, her fingers curled around the edge of the mattress.
But it’s her eyes that hold me, that draw me deeper than I thought possible. Half-lidded, but still bright with desire. Watching her for any fear, any hesitation, I dip my tongue between her slick folds. She’s so very wet for me, her hips shifting as she moans softly.
“More?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her curls.
“More…please, Leo.”
God. The rough, throaty tone makes my dick even harder, and I can feel the precum soaking into my boxers. Parting her lower lips, I trace patterns around her clit, teasing, taking her closer to the edge every time I lap at her tender nub. She’s a summer storm, hot and wet and so sweet, I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to let her go.
One finger slips into her channel, then two, and she’s begging in quiet Spanish until her words dissolve into helpless mewls. Her hips shift and thrust until I have to lay my free arm over her stomach to hold her still.
She’s so close, so ready, and I reach up to pinch her nipple with one hand as the other twists to find her g-spot. Trapping her clit between my lips, I give it one final bold stroke with my tongue, and she flies, her entire body imploding in wave after wave of pleasure.
My fingers are soaked with her release, and I suck them clean, needing all of her, before I ease myself onto my side and gather her into my arms. “I’ve got you,” I murmur in her ear, then draw the blankets up over us. My dick begs to be freed, but when Domina’s eyes flutter open, she’s all that matters.
I’ll give her anything she wants if she keeps looking at me like I’m her whole world, because I know for damn sure…she’s fast becoming mine.
* * *
Domina
Held in Leo’s arms, I feel protected in a way I never have before. He rubs my back, his fingers trailing up and down along my spine. I could fall asleep like this—except for the empty feeling inside me. I need more.
Stroking my hand over his chest to his abs, I find at least a six-pack, maybe more. “Take off your shirt,” I whisper.
He stiffens, then stretches for the light. I wrap my fingers around his wrist, right over the thick scar.
“Leo? You have seen all of me.” Being naked in front of him was not my plan when I knocked on his door. I wanted to be held. To fix what I had broken between us. To sleep without fear. But as soon as I was in bed next to him, I knew I needed more. “Leave the lights on.”
He shakes his head, twisting his hand free. This time, I pull away, scooting to the far side of the bed and drawing the duvet up to my breasts. “What are you doing?” he asks. He’s still hard, the sheet tented over his erection, and I wish I could let this go. Let him take me in the dark and not care that he feels he must hide from me.
“I trusted you. But if you cannot trust me, then this was a mistake.” With each word, I feel Leo’s pain even more. “I know you have scars.” Trailing my hand down his right forearm, I trace one of the deeper, jagged troughs in the muscle. “Why do you think they matter to me?”
“Because they matter tome.” He jerks back, fighting against the sheets. Stumbling to the far side of the bedroom, he presses his fist to the center of his chest. “Multiple surgeries on my ankle and knee. Skin grafts for the worst of the burns. I lost three of my toes. Spent six weeks in the hospital.Monthsin rehab before I could walk without a cane. And my eye…do you know what they do when you lose your eye?”
“No.” I draw my knees up to my chest and hug myself tightly.
“You don’t want to,” he snaps.
“Yes, I do.” Abandoning all modesty, I slip out from under the duvet and march over to him. “I want to know everything. Trust me, Leo.” Taking a risk, I lift the hem of his t-shirt a few centimeters. This time, he doesn’t stop me, but he does go completely still. Rigid.
His eyes closed, he tenses when I expose his abs. Burns mar his torso. But they do not look like any burns I have seen before. They are deeper, somehow.
“Take it off,” I say softly. “Please.”
With a wince, he reaches over his head and grasps the collar. The shirt falls to the floor, but he still will not look at me.
