“Sweet, innocent little toy,” he said again softly. “I knew you were still in there.”
Then finally, his mouth touched me properly. Pleasure detonated through my body so hard I nearly cried out. I jerkedagainst the sheets, fingers tangling in the black silk beneath me while Leo held my thighs open firmly, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
His tongue moved slowly at first. Deliberately. Like he was savoring me. The rough scrape of stubble against my inner thighs combined with the sinful heat of his mouth made my entire body shake.
I had never felt anything like this. Never.
Every movement of his mouth sent another devastating pulse low through my stomach. My head fell back helplessly against the pillows as pleasure spread hotter and hotter beneath my skin.
“Please don’t stop, Leo,” I said again. “Show me what you feel like inside me.”
My voice sounded wrecked already. He groaned softly against me at the sound of his name on my lips, and the vibration nearly made me lose my mind.
“Leo, please,” I begged. “Put your cock in me. Stretch me. Show me how to come…”
“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “Keep begging. Keep going. Keep being a good little slut for your husband. Let go for me, baby. Fill my mouth.”
I shouldn’t have. I knew I shouldn’t have. But my body was betraying me completely now. My hips moved helplessly against his mouth. Leo’s grip tightened. A dark sound rumbled from his chest.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste so sweet when you stop pretending you don’t want me.”
Tears burned behind my eyes. Not from fear. From the horrible realization that he was right. Because for these few unbearable moments beneath his mouth, I wasn’t thinking about what Angelo had told me. Or Papa. Or the lies. Or the wedding.
I was only thinking about my cruel husband. The man between my thighs ruining me so thoroughly I couldn’t even remember why I hated him anymore.
I cried out when his mouth closed over my glistening pussy harder this time, the sound tearing from my throat before I could stop it. My entire body jolted against the mattress while Leo held my thighs apart like he intended to keep me exactly where he wanted me. Open, shaking, unraveling beneath him.
“Such a sweet, innocent, obedient girl,” he growled against me. “That’s my fucking wife.”
Heat crashed through me violently. Too much. Too fast.
His tongue moved with slow, devastating precision, and every drag of it sent another pulse low through my stomach until my legs trembled uncontrollably around his shoulders. I could barely breathe anymore. I tightened my grip with my thighs, remembering our first meeting as my hands slid into his hair, forcing, pleading for more of the pleasure he was doling out.
The candlelit suite blurred around me, reduced to black silk sheets, gold light, and Leo between my thighs. “Please, Leo! God, please let me come!”
He groaned softly at the sound of his name and the vibration nearly destroyed me. His large hand slid up my stomach possessively, fingers spreading beneath my ribs while he held me down through the shaking.
“Look at you,” he murmured darkly. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me. This is what I’ve been craving. The sweet taste of your submission.”
I hated how much the praise affected me. Hated the way my body reacted to his voice, his touch, his filthy words. My hips lifted helplessly against his mouth again. Leo smirked against my skin.
“That desperate already?” he asked. “You were crying ten minutes ago,bellissima. Now you’re grinding against my facelike you need my tongue circling your clit more than your next breath.”
A whimper escaped me. Because it was all true. The realization humiliated me almost as much as it consumed me.
His fingers dug harder into my thigh as his mouth worked me deeper into madness, slow and merciless like he enjoyed watching me break piece by piece beneath him. My head tossed back against the pillows. Tears burned behind my eyes again from the overwhelming pressure building tighter and tighter inside me. I knew I was close, even though I’d never felt it before. The low, unbearable tremble of an impending orgasm was tearing through my body, wrecking my mind.
“Leo,” I pleaded weakly. “Please put your dick inside me…”
“No,” he hissed. “I will have you come apart on my tongue first. What do you need, Chiara?”
“You know,” I whispered.
“Say it.”
My face burned hot. “Please make me come with your tongue.”
His dark laugh rolled through me like smoke. “Such a filthy little thing beneath all that innocence. My dirty little wife, begging for me to lick her sweet cunt until it erupts for me.”
