The kiss is everything I need it to be.
Familiar and shameless, tasting as he did four years ago. Maybe itâs the warmth of his touch that draws me in, or the tender way he cared for my feet without a second thought. The sight of his muscular torso rippling softly with each movement and breath doesnât hurt, either.
It could be so many things, but the softness of his touch and the tender way he cups my face makes me melt. Exhaustion limits my thoughts, and the only one that rises to focus as Leon leans into the kiss is my desire to have him touch me. I want his hands on me, chasing away the feel of that disgusting man in the warehouse. I want his hands in my hair, soothing away the lingering ghost grip from that monster. I want his tongue in my mouth, removing the phantom weight Paulâs hand left behind.
Suddenly, the kiss is more than a distraction from talking. Leon becomes a need. I part my legs and pull him against me with a soft moan. Leon grunts, bracing one arm on the couch next to me before breaking the kiss. I chase his lips for another.
âNot here,â he says huskily. Heâs right; Iâm not about to have sex in the same room as my daughter.
In one swift movement Iâm in his arms, and he carries me through the door into an adjacent room. The moment weâre alone, I clutch at his jaw and kiss him deeply. Leon moans into me and his hands roam my back as he sets me down on something soft. I donât care what it is, all I want is him. As long as weâre fucking, weâre not talking.
Leon falls into his role easily and I close my eyes as my pulse quickens. He kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth before moving lower and kissing my jaw. He nibbles down my neck, kissing a hot path across my collarbone. While he lavishes me with attention, I arch up and wriggle out of the robe. Leonâs warm hand joins me, and he helps me out of my sweatshirt and joggers. The air is cool against my skin, but Leonâs body radiates alluring heat, and I wrap my arms and legs around him.
As long as heâs close, Iâm safe.
No one is getting over those walls. No one is finding me here. No one.
Iâm safe in Leonâs arms.
We kiss and touch while our hips grind together, and the familiar thickness of his impressive cock makes my mouth water. He rocked my world four years ago. If things were different, maybe we would have been together. But no matter how sexy Leon is, I have to keep reminding myself heâs dangerous.
His hands skim over my ribs and remove my strapless bra with alarming efficiency. As his mouth moves over my nipples, lavishing them in kisses and licks, he slides one hand down my body and settles between my legs. His thumb strokes against my panties, lightly pressing into the heat of my pussy through the fabric. My hips jolt with a mind of their own and I moan loudly. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pull hard each time his thumb moves over my clit. Vibrations dance across my skin and I shiver as I pull his head up from my breasts to kiss him deeply.
He holds himself over me and my mind short-circuits when his thumb finally hooks around my panties and removes them. The first touch of skin on skin is electric, and I arch sharply into his torso while his fingers write music over my clit. Each stroke sends pulse after pulse of pleasure through me. I pull his hair and claw his shoulder while he kisses me deeply.
When I feel his cock against my entrance, everything fades away. Nothing exists but the sensation of his length pressing into me with slow, insistent pressure. I canât breathe. I canât think. My skin flares hot, each brush of his hand igniting a hundred fires.
When heâs fully seated inside me, I clench down and Leon grunts.
âCareful,â he whispers against my lips. âYouâre so tight you might snap me off.â
âNo way,â I reply. âYouâre too thick.â
He kisses me hard and I wrap my limbs around his body, holding on tight.
Leon fucks me like he means it. Every thrust is rapid and powerful, as if heâs commandeering my body for his own pleasure. Thereâs something so erotic about it that my pussy aches for more with each thrust.
My soul soars.
I love the idea that he wants to be so deep inside that it feels like weâre one person. I love the thought that he canât get enough of me. This scary, dangerous man is reduced to whimpers because of what I have between my legs.
Itâs hotter than any dirty talk.
As Leonâs thrusts get harder and faster, he slides both hands under my thighs and picks my legs up, doubling me over. It feels so fucking amazing with how deep heâs able to go. Every thrust catches on my G-spot and I see stars. The pleasure is constant, overwhelming me like a hot wave and I dig my nails hard into his shoulders. He kisses me and gently bites my lower lip as I clench harder around his cock. Our moans mingle with the slick sound of skin against skin. Itâs music only we can create.
âFuck!â I gasp. âIâm gonna⦠holy shit, Leon!â
I come so hard that my entire body grows rigid within seconds. Iâm suspended on the edge of a cliff, Leonâs constant thrusts dragging out the intense ecstasy for many seconds. The rush of pleasure is mind-numbing and Iâm utterly adrift. Muscles clench and my body quivers, falling apart as Leon doesnât let up.
He holds me tight as he comes himself seconds later. Thereâs a deeply satisfying rush of heat inside me, and we melt into sloppy, slow kisses as we soar together at the height of ecstasy. His movements wane until heâs resting against me. Then he slowly lowers my legs and lets me slump back, panting and utterly boneless.
âWow,â I gasp. Thatâs all I can think to say.
Tension bleeds out of me like a drain, the fear from earlier a distant thought as Leon eases his cock out of me, then gathers me in his arms and cuddles me close. It might be only for tonight, but I finally feel safe.
My child is unharmed and asleep, my brother is alive, and Iâm here in Leonâs arms. Those who mean me harm will have to go through him to get to me. Leon kisses the top of my head and I close my eyes, cherishing the feeling of his wandering fingertips as they caress my arm, back, and shoulders.
He pauses and pain flares when he finds the cigar burn on my shoulder. Something rumbles in his chest but he doesnât speak. Instead, he presses his palm over the injury and tightens his grip on me.
I nuzzle into his neck and breathe deeply.
Iâll give him answers tomorrow.
Maybe.