Estelle felt heat rise under his stare, but there was no urge to hide. The walls she had built so carefully over the years were crumbling, and she could not find it in herself to care.
Leo stripped off his jeans and underwear in one fluid motion, then came toward the bed like the predator he was. Estelle’s mouth went dry at the sight of him—broad shoulders, hard muscle, and unmistakable intent. When he covered her body with his own, his weight pressing her into the mattress, pleasure rushed through her at the feel of him.
For once, Estelle didn’t argue with any of it. She gave herself over to the rightness of it, to the mate bond that hummed between them like a live wire.
Leo cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened into aching peaks. “I’ve dreamed of touching you,” he murmured, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
Estelle gasped as he sucked, then flicked his tongue over the sensitive tip while his fingers teased her other breast. Heat pooled low in her belly, a molten need that made her archagainst him. His mouth was hot and demanding, alternating between gentle licks and firmer suction that sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core.
Leo lavished attention on her breasts, sucking one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. Estelle couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this way—every part of her awake, her body strung tight with sensation. Without thinking, she slipped her hand between their bodies, seeking relief from the building pressure.
Leo caught her wrist, pulling her hand away. “Let me,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “I want to taste you.”
He moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of heat across her ribs and stomach. His hands found the button of her jeans, undoing it with deft fingers before tugging the denim down her legs. Her underwear followed, and then she was completely naked before him, vulnerable in a way that should have terrified her.
Instead, she felt wanted. Needed.
Leo settled between her thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them wider. He pressed kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving with agonizing slowness toward where she needed him most. His breath was hot against her center, making her shiver with anticipation.
Estelle’s back arched off the bed, a gasp tearing from her throat as his tongue found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center. He teased her, his teeth grazing lightly before he licked her with the flat of his tongue.
Then he slid one finger inside her, then two, curling them until she nearly came apart. The feel of his mouth and fingers together was almost too much. Estelle clutched at the sheets, her hips moving of their own accord against his face.
“Leo,” she gasped, her voice barely recognizable to her own ears.
The tension that had been building gave way all at once, pleasure crashing over her in waves that left her trembling and gasping for breath. Leo didn’t let up, his fingers and tongue working together to draw it out until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the force of it.
Estelle could barely think. The pleasure ran too deep, too strong, blotting out everything else. As she slowly came back to herself, breath still ragged, she found Leo watching her with an expression that made her heart turn over in her chest.
He kissed his way back up her body, lingering over each curve and hollow as if memorizing her. By the time he reached her mouth, Estelle felt the need rising again, urgent and demanding. This wasn’t enough. She needed more—needed all of him.
With a strength that surprised them both, she rolled them over, straddling his hips. Leo’s eyes darkened as he looked up at her, his hands settling on her waist.
“I need you,” she said simply, rising up on her knees.
“You have me,” he replied, his voice rough with feeling. “All of me.”
Estelle positioned herself over him, then slowly sank down, taking him deep inside her body. The stretch and fullness made her gasp.
Leo sucked in a breath, his fingers digging into her hips as he bit his lower lip. The sight of him—powerful, controlled, but undone by her—sent a thrill through Estelle. She flung her head back, reveling in the sensation of him filling her so completely.
She began to move, setting a rhythm that was both a claiming and a surrender. Leo’s hands moved to her breasts, cupping and caressing, thumbs circling her nipples as she rode him. Eachtouch sent fresh sparks of pleasure through her, tightening the coil low in her belly once more.
“You’re incredible,” Leo breathed, sitting up suddenly to take her nipple in his mouth. The heat of his tongue against her sensitive flesh made her gasp.
Leo’s mouth was demanding against her breast, sucking harder as his hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements. Estelle felt herself giving in to something deeper than pleasure alone, a bond so fierce it stripped everything else away.
When he looked up at her, his eyes had darkened to nearly black, the bear in him close to the surface. “Mine,” he growled against her skin.
“Yours,” she whispered back, the word escaping before she could stop it.
He captured her mouth in a kiss that stole her breath, one arm wrapping around her waist to hold her against him as they moved together. The angle changed, driving him deeper, and Estelle moaned into his mouth.
His movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged against her neck. He held her close, so close she could feel his heartbeat thudding against her chest. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, as though they had been made for each other.
Leo’s hands slid down to cup her hips, lifting her slightly before bringing her down harder on his length. The new angle sent sharp bursts of pleasure through her, making her cry out.
Tears pricked her eyes, undone by the force of what passed between them. This wasn’t just sex. It was something much bigger, much harder to name.
