A dark laugh escaped him, low and strained. “Baby, touching you is exactly why you won’t stop saying it.”
The room felt unbearably hot now. Thick with tension and the smell of him surrounding me completely. My entire body buzzed with frustration and want while Leo stared down at me like he was seconds away from snapping apart completely. And maybe he was. Because his restraint looked painful now. Every breath heavier. Every movement tighter.
Like he was physically fighting himself not to drag my legs apart beneath him and give us both exactly what we wanted. I reached up slowly and brushed my fingers along his jaw. Therough scrape of stubble against my skin made another shiver roll through me.
“You need to stop touching me,” he said firmly.
“No.” I swallowed. “I don’t want to. I want you.”
The words came out embarrassingly desperate this time. Leo froze. Heat flooded my face, but I couldn’t stop now. Not when my body still burned from his kisses. Not when he’d whispered filthy things against my mouth that were still replaying through my head over and over again.
My child. Full of my seed.
God. I felt ruined already.
“I want you to breed me,” I whispered shakily. Leo made a low sound that almost didn’t sound human. His forehead dropped heavily against mine while his entire body tensed above me.
“Shut up, Chiara,” he said firmly.
My hands slid into his dark hair helplessly. “Please… Please, Leo.”
His breathing turned rougher. “Do you have any idea what hearing you beg for that does to me?”
“Yes,” I whispered honestly. “I think I do.”
“No, baby.” His voice dropped lower. “You really fucking don’t.”
Then he pushed himself off me. Cold air rushed across my skin. I stared up at him in shock while he swung his legs off the bed and stood abruptly, one hand dragging hard through messy black hair.
The sight nearly destroyed me all over again. His tattooed back was disappearing into shadows while moonlight slid across hard muscle. Beautiful in the most dangerous possible way. Leo stood there breathing hard for several seconds before turning back toward me slowly. His expression looked wrecked.
“You need to control yourself,” he said firmly. “You can’t do this to me.”
“I can’t stop,” I managed. That dangerous look flickered across his face again.
“Chiara.” His voice carried a warning I chose to ignore.
“I mean it.” My voice cracked softly. “Please come back here.”
His jaw flexed violently. “No.”
The rejection nearly brought tears to my eyes. Not because I felt embarrassed. Because I wanted him so badly it physically hurt. A rough curse escaped him under his breath before he stalked toward the bedroom door like he was running from me.
Panic hit my chest. “Leo, don’t go.”
He stopped. Didn’t turn around. I pushed myself up on shaking arms while black silk sheets tangled around my legs. “Please don’t leave me like this.”
The silence that followed felt unbearable. Then finally he laughed once. Dark and painful. “You think I’m leaving because I want to?”
He turned slightly then, enough for me to see the brutal restraint carved across his face.
“You are one fucking second away from getting exactly what you’re begging for,” he said roughly. “And if that happens tonight, I’m not stopping until you’re crying my name and begging me to put a baby in you with my cock buried so deep it splits you in half. I’ll fuck you so hard your pussy won’t recover for days. I’ll make that tiny little cunt remember me with every thrust. Etch my name into your womb with my cock.”
Heat crashed through me so violently it almost hurt. My thighs pressed together helplessly beneath the sheets. His eyes shut briefly.
Then he walked out of the room. The bedroom door slammed shut behind him. A second later I heard the lock click. I stared at the door breathing hard, shock slowly mixing with frustration hot enough to burn through my entire body.
“Leo!” I cried out. No answer. I climbed out of bed, nearly tripping over tangled sheets before rushing toward the door barefoot. “Leo!”
