The wet heat of his mouth sends electric currents racing through my body, igniting nerves I'd forgotten existed during our time apart. And the intensity in those blue eyes of his makeme shiver—like he's reading every secret I've ever kept, every thought I've hidden away.
His stare penetrates deeper than touch ever could, seeing through the carefully constructed layers of Savannah Ashby to the raw, wanting woman beneath.
"Legion," I breathe, my hands moving to his belt. "I need you." His fingers trace the curve of my hip, pushing my dress higher with deliberate slowness. His eyes never leave mine as he reveals me inch by inch, like he's unwrapping something precious and forbidden all at once.
"You planned this," he says, voice rough with want. "Coming out here where no one can hear you scream my name."
I bite my lip, not denying it. "Of course, I did. I'm dying for you, Legion. It took every ounce of self-control not to press my vibrator against my pussy, knowin' you're downstairs."
He chuckles. "So you've got pent-up frustration?"
"You have no idea."
His hand slides between my thighs, fingers brushing against me with feather light pressure. Just enough to make me arch up, seeking more. "So wet already," he murmurs, satisfaction darkening his voice. "Do you promise you've been a good girl? That you've kept your fingers and your toy away from my pussy?"
"I promise," I say, my breath catching as his thumb circles my clit. "I can't pleasure myself knowin' you're so close and you can do it so much better."
Legion tilts his head to the side, blue eyes still locked with mine, as he pushes a finger inside me. I gasp.
"Like this?" he asks, curling his finger in a way that makes my hips buck against his hand. "Do you never touch yourself like this, thinking about me? Never, Savannah? Tell me the truth."
"I do. When you were gone, I did it a lot," I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks even as my body responds to his touch. "But it's not the same."
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously as his thumb continues its maddening circles. "Tell me," he demands, his voice dropping lower. "Tell me what you think about when you're fingering yourself."
The intensity in his eyes makes it impossible to look away, impossible to hide. "Your mouth," I admit. "Your tongue on my pussy. Your hands. The way they grab my tits. The way your cock feels inside me."
Legion's smile is pure sin. "Show me your tits," he commands, his fingers still working between my legs.
I reach down and pull my dress up higher, exposing my breasts to the open air. Legion's eyes darken as he takes in the sight, his fingers momentarily stilling inside me.
"Fuck, you're so perfect," he groans, lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat of his tongue sends lightning through my body. I arch up, pressing myself more firmly against his mouth as his fingers resume their rhythm inside me. He sucks hard, then releases my nipple, moving to the other one, giving it the same attention.
"Legion," I gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders. "Please."
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine again. "Please what, princess?" he asks, curling his fingers in that way that makes me see stars. "Tell me what you need."
"You," I manage, my voice breaking as his thumb presses harder against my clit. "Inside me. Now."
Legion shakes his head slowly, his fingers continuing their relentless pace. "Not yet. I want to watch you come apart for me first."
His mouth returns to my breast, teeth grazing my nipple as his fingers thrust deeper. The dual sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building at the base of my spine like a gathering storm.
"That's it," he murmurs against my skin. "Let go for me, baby."
I'm close, so close, my body trembling on the edge. Legion senses it, his fingers moving faster, harder, his mouth hot and demanding on my breast.
"Legion," I cry out, my back arching as the first waves of pleasure crash through me. "Oh God, Legion!"
He doesn't slow down, working me through the orgasm, drawing it out until I'm shaking and incoherent beneath him. Only then does he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to taste me as I watch through half-lidded eyes.
"Fucking delicious," he says, his voice thick with need. “Ready for more?”
