“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice rough with need. “Please.”
She nodded, biting her lip as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and drew it slowly down her legs.
The scent of her arousal made his head swim as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her core. The first taste of her nearly undid him. He groaned against her, his hands gripping her thighs as he licked her.
“Leo,” she gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair.
He took his time, learning what made her tremble, what drew those soft, broken sounds from her throat. When he found the sensitive bundle of nerves at her center, he circled it with his tongue, relishing her shudder of pleasure.
Leo lost himself in the taste of her, the feel of her trembling beneath his hands. He slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them until she cried out.
Estelle’s head fell back, moonlight catching at her throat as tension built inside her. Her thighs began to quiver, her breathing growing ragged. Leo doubled his efforts, his tongue working in rhythm with his fingers until she came, a cry torn from her throat as pleasure rushed through her.
He drew out her climax until she tugged at his hair, her hands fumbling with his belt.
“I need you,” she whispered. “Now.”
Leo couldn’t have denied her if he’d tried. He kicked off his jeans and underwear, his arousal evident as he moved between her thighs.
The first thrust into her nearly overwhelmed him as her body tightened around him.
“Estelle,” he breathed, holding still to let her adjust. “You feel incredible.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. “Make love to me,” she urged.
He began to thrust, slow and steady at first, then with growing urgency as she matched his rhythm. The porch railing creaked beneath them, but Leo barely noticed. All that mattered was Estelle, her heat around him, her breath against his neck, the sounds she made with each stroke.
This was so different from when he’d first claimed her. Then, it had been primal and instinctive. Now it was deliberate.
“You’re mine,” he whispered against her ear. “Both of you. And I’m yours.”
Estelle’s eyes flew open, meeting his with startling intensity. “Leo...”
“I mean it,” he said, slowing just enough to make sure she heard him. “I choose you, Estelle. You and Adara. Not just for now.”
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she pulled him closer, pressing her forehead to his. “I choose you, too,” she whispered.
The words changed something between them. Their movements grew more urgent, more desperate. Leo lifted her from the railing, supporting her weight as he carried her to the wall of the house. The new angle drew a gasp from her lips as he drove deeper.
“Yes,” she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that.”
Leo could feel his release building, a tightening low in his spine. He wanted, needed, to feel her come first.
“Touch yourself,” he urged, his voice rough with need. “Let me see you.”
Estelle’s hand slipped between them, finding her center as he continued to thrust. The sight of her pleasuring herself while he moved inside her was almost too much.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, feeling her body tighten around him.
She came with a broken cry, her body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that pushed him over the edge. His release hit him hard and deep, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her with a groan of pure satisfaction.
For several moments, they stayed joined, foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath. The night air cooled their heated skin, but neither of them seemed ready to move. Leo’s legs trembled slightly from the effort, but he held her steady, unwilling to break their connection yet.
“That was...” Estelle whispered, her voice trailing away as if words had deserted her.
“I know,” Leo replied, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
Eventually, reluctantly, he lowered her to her feet. Estelle leaned against him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her. Moonlight made everything feel softer.
