“I’m here,” I promised. “I’m not leaving.”
That was all it took.
Leo made a rough sound and tugged the sheets away until I lay bare before him. His eyes took their fill. Hungry and dark and completely fixated on me. He braced himself above me carefully so the wound wouldn’t pull too much.
“Leo—”
“Shh.” His thumb brushed my jaw. “Let me look at what’s mine.”
Heat flooded through me at the possessive words. I watched him while he traced every curve. My collarbone. The swell of my breasts. My hips. His gaze was intense. Worshipful. Like he was trying to memorize every inch of my skin.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured hoarsely.
“So show me.”
A dangerous smile touched his lips. And then he did.
His mouth closed over my breast. Hot. Wet. Slow. My back arched at the contact. His tongue circled my nipple lazily at first, then faster, harder, until I was twisting desperately beneath him. One large hand gripped my hip, holding me still while he learned every response my body offered him.
“So responsive,” he growled against my skin.
“Leo…”
His free hand slid between my thighs. And when two fingers pressed inside me without warning, I choked on a gasp. He watched my face while he pumped them slowly, curling them just enough to make my toes curl.
“Look at you.” His thumb circled my clit in deliberate circles. “So wet for me already.”
I could only whimper in response, hips moving helplessly against his touch. It was overwhelming. Terrifying. Perfect. Thecontrol he held, the effortless dominance he exercised—it should have frightened me. Instead, it sent waves of heat straight through me.
“I could keep you like this for hours,” he murmured, dark satisfaction in his tone. “Just on the edge. Begging for it.”
My cheeks burned at the thought. “Please…”
“Please what?”
“More,” I whimpered. “I need more.”
His smirk was slow. Predatory. “Greedy girl.” But he gave me what I wanted. He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with the blunt head of his cock. He pressed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by excruciating inch.
“So tight,” he gritted out. He sank deeper and my hands flew to his shoulders. “Always so tight for me.”
I couldn’t answer. The sensation of him filling me completely was too much. Too overwhelming. When he was finally fully seated inside me, he paused to let me adjust. His gaze burned into mine, intense and searching.
“You’re okay?” he asked, his voice unusually gentle.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He started moving then. Slow at first. Easy. Each thrust deep and deliberate. The friction sent sparks through me, building pleasure with terrifying speed.
“Leo…”
“I know,” he murmured. One of his hands slid down my body to grip my thigh, hitching my leg higher around his waist. The new angle made me cry out. “I know what you need.”
His thrusts grew harder. Deeper. Each one hitting that spot deep inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I was completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him, taking everything he gave me.
“Leo, I—”
“I know,” he cut me off. His pace quickened, driving into me with relentless force. “Come for me, Chiara. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His words were all it took. The coil of pleasure inside me snapped. I shattered with a hoarse cry, body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Leo followed me over the edge with a ragged groan, spilling himself deep inside me.
