He stops kissing me just to say, “Is this okay?”
“Just fuck me already, please.” It comes out a needy growl.
Leo pinches my ass with a laugh, and I squeak, lifting my hips to punctuate my demand. He tortures me for a little longer,rubbing my clit as he ever so slowly increases his speed until we’re shaking the bed and making the headboard hit the wall.
I cry out, leaving red ribbons along his back. The pressure in my lower stomach builds, and the familiar ache goes up a notch, but it doesn’t quitehurt. Somehow the subtle pain only makes the pleasure more intense.
Leo has me feeling full in every sense of the word. Down there, in my heart, in my fucking soul.
No,fullisn’t the right word.
Complete.
Every time my vision comes into focus, I can see him looking down at me. Hazel eyes, clear and intense, still studying me, always watching me, taking note of every sound and movement. He never looks anywhere but at me.
It cracks something integral in me that was never really whole, but shatters enough to make me realize that since day one, it was never just lust or infatuation. My obsession with him began the moment I saw him and has only grown stronger.
It didn’t go away when he told me the truth, but it’s morphed into something more. A feeling far more dangerous than an addiction. As I watch him looking at me, even through my blurry vision, I know, without a shadow of a doubt, this is forever.We’reforever.
We were the day I first messaged him, and that truth solidified with every subsequent message we sent to each other.
“I love you,” I blurt.
A grin eases across his face as mine burns red. I can’t believe I said it out loud. I mean, we’re about to move to another city together, so it’s not like it’s too soon. But he’s never said it, and I don’t want to think about how much it’ll hurt if he can’t utter the same words back.
His eyes glint with something that makes the butterflies go crazy. “Say that to me when I don’t have my cock in you.”
Blood rushes from my face. The first time I say it, and it’s during sex. What was I thinking?
“Fuck. Sorry, I wasn’t?—”
I gasp when he pulls out suddenly, and the mattress beside my head dips as he shifts his weight. His fingers are in me before I can apologize a second time.
His arrogant smirk meets me. “My cock’s not in you anymore, Mina.”
My cheeks flame, and a giddy little giggle comes out mingled with my moan as he thrusts his fingers into me.
“I love you, Leo,” I say breathlessly, latching my hand around his forearm.
“Again.”
I can’t help it. I smile up at him and say the same three words—they’re broken up and partly slurred, but there’s no mistaking them.
A curse flies out of me when his cock takes over, pummeling into me with enough force to knock the wind out of my lungs. His lips are on me, never giving me more than a couple seconds to catch my breath unless it’s to let out a cry.
“Say it again.”
My back arches to meet the next drive of his hips, and I choke when his fingers find the perfect level of pressure. There’s no hope for me now.
“Say it.”
I try to. I think I do. I’ll never be sure. My vision is practically gone. I’ve lost control over the sounds coming out of my mouth and the movements of my hands. I think I may have even felt a tear running down my cheek.
“Again,” he growls with a punch of his hips.
I swear I say it for sure this time—if it made it past the sobbed moans. The pressure keeps building and building, and my limbs shake and the room spins and light flashes behind my eyes.
There’s no saving me once the climax hits. I think my scream might be soundless, or maybe it shakes the house. It seems to go on forever as every corner of my body lights up with fire and ice, and electricity crackles through my bloodstream. It’s like letting go and relishing in the fall.
