“That’s it,” he murmured approvingly. “Come closer to your husband. Crawl for me.”
My pulse pounded violently. Every inch of him radiated heat and control and masculine confidence in a way that made me dizzy. Tattoos disappeared beneath the waistband of his dark pants. Broad chest. Thick shoulders. That lazy, devastating mouth watching me struggle against my own reactions. He looked too pleased by them.
“You’re shaking,” he observed softly. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
My breath caught. Of course I knew. But hearing him say it out loud felt different.
Leo watched my face carefully as he slowly undid his belt. The metal buckle jingled softly before he tugged the leather free from its loops and tossed it aside. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. He opened his pants.
I couldn’t look away. He was hard. Already. Heat flooded my face when I realized I was staring.
Leo laughed softly. A low, dangerous sound that made my stomach tighten traitorously. His grip on my hair loosened.
He traced my lower lip lightly, gaze following the movement hungrily. I forced myself to breathe slowly. In and out. Carefully. Like this was normal. Like I wasn’t on my knees between his legs while he pushed his thumb into my mouth, coaxing my lips apart slowly.
Heat slid through my body when his thumb stroked my tongue. Leo made a low, rough sound in the back of his throat, his grip on my hair tightening again as he pulled me closer.
I didn’t resist. Couldn’t. His free hand wrapped around himself slowly. My pulse jumped.
The head of his cock was already slick. Beads of moisture clung to the tip as he stroked himself with slow, measured movements, his eyes locked on mine. I knew he could feel my uneven breathing. Knew he could feel the way my pulse jumped wildly when he pressed his thumb deeper into my mouth.
"Suck," he ordered quietly.
My heart pounded. He smelled like sex and danger, and I hated how much it affected me. The heat rolling off his skin made my entire body feel feverish. His cock twitched in his hand when I obediently closed my lips around his thumb and sucked gently.
His voice was rough. "Again."
I did. Heat flared in his gaze as he watched me, his thumb moving deeper, slow thrusts that made me clench my thighs together on instinct. "Such a good girl."
Pleasure twisted low in my stomach at his words. He smiled knowingly, sliding his thumb free from my mouth slowly before pressing the tip of his cock against my lips instead. I shivered.
"Open," he ordered softly. "Let's see if I fit inside that bratty little mouth."
Arousal and shame burned hot in my stomach as I obeyed. Leo guided himself between my lips, sliding over my tongue inch by thick inch. I forced myself to stay still, to breathe, to not think about how easily he controlled my body.
He felt heavy against my tongue. Smooth. Salty. His grip tightened in my hair as he pushed deeper, until the back of my throat tensed and he swore under his breath.
"Fuck," he muttered roughly. "You look so pretty like this. My little wife. On her knees. Finally learning her place."
Tears pricked my eyes as he pushed deeper. Too deep. I gasped around him. He swore again.
"Such a perfect mouth," he murmured. "Worth every minute I spent waiting for you."
The words sent something twisting through me. Something hot and desperate that made my stomach tighten. He felt huge in my mouth. I could barely breathe with him this deep.
His other hand moved to my throat. Gripped it. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to feel the shape of him moving beneath my skin. A low groan rumbled through his chest as he pulled out slowly, then slid back inside.
"Fuck," he growled. "That's it."
My pulse raced. Pleasure and humiliation tangled violently inside me. I hated that he was right. Hated that every cruel word made my body react more intensely. Hated that I wanted his approval.
I tasted liquid dripping off him, transparent and sticky, making me wet with need. His hands gripped my head, tilting my face upward so he could watch me take it. I stared up at him through watery eyes. His gaze locked on mine, dark and hungry, watching himself slide in and out of my mouth, filling me completely until I choked and struggled to breathe.
He pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for breath.
"Good girl," he muttered, his voice rough. "You're learning so fast, baby. Again."
I forced myself to take him deeper this time. He was too big. The back of my throat convulsed as I struggled not to gag. But he held me there, groaning low in his chest as I swallowed around him desperately, tears leaking down my face.
