My other hand grips her opposite thigh, spreading her fully.
Her breath stutters. Her gaze flickers between my face and my cock, anticipation written across every line of her body.
I lick my lips; she moans.
Dessert.
“Listen carefully,” I tell her, voice rough, deliberate. “And do not interrupt.”
She nods, wide-eyed. “Okay.”
“I’m going to kiss every inch of your bare skin before this night is over. I will eat your pussy until you come on my face. You will suck my cock exactly how I tell you, and you’ll swallow every drop. And I will fuck you—at least twice—before morning. I will bite your piercings. I will spank your ass. I will pull your hair. But I will not hurt you. I will not leave a mark. Do you understand?”
Tori nods. She squirms beneath me, panting, barely holding back sound.
“Is there anything in that list you don’t want?”
She shakes her head fast. “No.”
“Do you want control, or do you want me to worship you while you do as you’re told?”
Her breath shudders. “I’ll do as I’m told.”
The smile that spreads across my face is dark, certain, hungry.
“Perfect. Now take off that bra while I remove these panties with my teeth.”
THIRTY-FOUR
TORI
He saysit low and certain—Nowtake off that bra while I remove these panties with my teeth—and I have never been more free to let go, completely, and obey.
I reach behind my back, the clasp giving under my fingers like it’s been waiting. The sound is tiny, but it echoes in my ears like a door unlocking.
My bra loosens, straps sliding off my shoulders, fabric falling away. Air finds new skin, raising goosebumps across my chest, but before the chill can settle, the heat of his gaze replaces it.
My nipples tighten, bare and sensitive, and I know he sees it. I know he feels the way my body reacts to him without hesitation, without permission.
His breath brushes my stomach a beat before his mouth does, warm against my skin, and the first kiss there lands like a promise kept.
My thoughts scatter. His lips, his tongue trail a path down my body. A path that’s new, untraveled. A pioneer exploring uncharted territory, but he’s in no rush.
Every press of his mouth is deliberate, reverent, as if he’smapping me for the first and last time. He knows this land belongs to him, but he’s savoring the claim.
He is careful and greedy at once, reverent and sure. Every place his mouth touches becomes the most important place on my body—until the next kiss argues with the last one, each one convincing me it matters more.
I expect him to reach my panties, to bite the edge and drag them down my legs like in so many of my favorite novels.
I brace for it, waiting.
But, no. Of course he doesn’t follow the script.
Leo continues kissing, licking, sucking over the top of my panties.
And I feel it. All of it.
Every vibration through the lace, every drag of his tongue amplified by the thin barrier, every wet slip sharper because of the friction. The fabric clings, already soaked, turning every move into a tease.
