He kisses me harder before pulling back. “You are mine, Emma. My wife. Don’t forget that.”
“What are you saying?”
“Gabriel wants to marry you off to another man. Matteo Marani. He’s an associate of your father. Matteo won’t go to war with us if you marry him.”
I frown. “But I’m already married to you.”
“That’s what I said to Gabriel but he wasn’t listening.”
“What about what I want?”
Leo blows out a rough breath. “He doesn’t care, Emma. Only I can protect you. I will fight to keep you with me. I am not letting you go.”
“I don’t want to be married to another man. Not when we’re already married.”
Leo pulls me in for another kiss. I can’t help but sink into his arms, kissing him back with everything I have inside of myself.
“You are mine,” he says against my lips. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours. And you’re mine too.”
His lips quirk. “Are you getting possessive yourself?”
“Yes. It’s only fair. If I’m yours, then you’re mine too.”
“Deal. I’m yours, Emma. I will fight for you. I promise.” His eyes darken as they rake down my body. “I am to make you mine. Fully. Let me.”
My heart skips another beat. I know exactly what Leo is asking of me. To give him my last shred of innocence.
The pleasure he has shown me has lit me on fire in a ways I never thought possible. I want to feel it again. I want to know what it’s like to be fully consumed by another person. I want to live.
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes.”
He groans as he kisses me again. I gasp when he picks me up into his arms and carries me inside to the master bedroom. His bedroom, I realize. The final act between a husband and a wife.
Leo sets me on the bed and kisses down my neck, pushing the straps of my dress down. It pools around my waist. “God, I love your breasts. I love that you don’t wear a bra.” He kisses each of my nipples.
I cry out, arching into him. “I don’t need to wear one.”
“Never wear one. I love having easy access to your body.” He licks over my nipples, cupping my breasts. I grab the back of his hair. I need something to hold on to. Something to steady myself with.
Leo gently pushes me onto my back and pulls my dress the rest of the way off me. His hands settle on the waistband of my panties. “You have a hold on me, Emma. I don’t know why but you do.” The desperation in his voice sends a flare of arousal through me.
“You do too,” I admit. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“Then don’t.” He kisses each of my hip bones, making me shiver. His teeth grip the edge of my panties and pulls them down. I press my legs together to help with the arousal but Leo spreads my legs wide, not letting me hide at all. I don’t want to be a shy, innocent girl in this moment. I want to be the woman I’ve always dreamed of becoming. The woman my mother never let me be.
With my pussy no longer covered by hair, I feel Leo’s lips on my skin that much more intensely. He presses a kiss to each of my inner thighs before planting his lips right on my nub. It’s already swollen. Already needy for him.
I cry out as he runs his tongue along my slit. My hips buck into his face and I grab the back of his hair. I need this. I think I might die without it.
“You’re my good girl,” he says against my pussy. “I never should have thought you were the enemy. I always knew you were innocent. Deep down. I knew it. And now you’re mine.”
His eyes lock with mine as he licks over my nub. I can’t stop panting. Never have I felt this wild in my entire life.
Leo licks me again and again and again until I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm hits me before I can even register it. I shake and shiver as he kisses up my body, planting a kiss to each of my breasts before his lips find mine.
“Taste yourself,” he says. His kiss is deep and passionate. Soul aching. “Honey. You taste like honey.”
