"Again," I whisper, leaning down to press my lips against his. "Again, and again, and again..."
His smile grows wider, and I feel something warm unfurl in my chest. This smile—not the careful, controlled one he shows the world, but this real one—it's mine. All mine.
"Close your eyes, Legion."
He hesitates for just a second before complying, thick lashes fanning against his cheeks. I pull back and slide down his body, dragging my tongue along the sweat-slicked planes of his chest and stomach, careful not to touch his raw, red brand. I trace the lines of his tattoos with my tongue, following the path of angels and demons across his torso.
His muscles jump under my touch, his breath catching when I reach the trail of hair below his navel. I position myself between his legs, my hair falling forward to brush against his thighs.
"Your turn," I whisper.
I take him in my hand, already half-hard again. He's heavy and warm against my palm as I stroke him slowly, watching his face. His jaw clenches, the tendons in his neck standing out as he fights to keep still.
"Watch me," I say, echoing his earlier command.
His eyes open, dark and hungry. I hold his gaze as I lower my head and take him into my mouth, just the tip at first. His back bucks involuntarily. I place my free hand on his hip, pressing him back down.
"Fuck," he groans, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair. "Savannah..."
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. His taste is complex—salt and musk and something uniquely him. I work him with my hand and mouth together, establishing a rhythm that has him cursing under his breath.
"Tell me what you want," I say, pulling back just enough to speak. "Tell me how to make you feel good."
"Deeper," he says, his voice strained. "Take me deeper, baby."
I comply, relaxing my throat to take him as far as I can. His grip on my hair tightens, not quite painful but close—a delicious edge that makes me moan around him.
"Oh, fuck," he hisses. "Just like that. Don't stop."
I don't. I work him with everything I have, determined to make him lose control the way he always makes me lose mine. His breathing grows ragged, his thighs tensing beneath me.
"Wait," he says suddenly, tugging at my hair. "Stop."
I pull back, looking up at him in confusion. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," he says, his chest heaving. "I just want to be inside you when I come."
He sits up and reaches for me, pulling me up his body until I'm straddling him again. I can feel him hard and hot against me, pressing against my entrance.
"Ride me," he says, his hands gripping my hips. "I want to watch you take control."
I lift myself up and position him at my entrance, then slowly sink down onto him. We both groan as he fills me completely. I brace my hands on his chest, careful to avoid the brand, and start to move.
"That's it," he encourages, his thumbs digging into my hipbones. "Fuck yourself on my cock."
The words send a jolt of heat through me. I've never been one for dirty talk—it always seemed so performative with other men. But with Legion, it feels natural. Real.
"You like that?" I ask, grinding down on him. "You like watching me fuck myself on your cock?"
He smiles at my reciprocal dirty talk. "Fuck yes," he growls. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."
I increase my pace, riding him harder. The angle lets him hit spots inside me that make my vision blur. I can feel another orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.
I slide my hand between us, finding my clit with practiced fingers. The sensation of being filled by him while touching myself creates an almost unbearable pleasure. My body's already humming, vibrating on the edge of release.
Legion watches me with midnight eyes, his face strained with the effort of holding back. I gasp, my movements growing quicker as I continue to slide myself back and forth across his cock.
His calloused hands begin guiding my hips. Urging me on, making me fuck him faster, deeper, harder. Every thrust hitssomething deep inside that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. His fingers are pressing into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
