Page 37 of Echoes From the Void
As the garment falls away, Leo pulls back, his eyes dark with desire. “God, Frankie,” he breathes, his hands ghosting over my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “You’re perfect.”
I shiver under his touch, my body arching into his hands. The bond between us pulses with each caress, growing stronger, more intense. I can feel Leo’s desire, his joy, his love, all mingling with my own emotions until I can barely tell where I end and he begins.
“Leo,” I whisper, my voice thick with need. I roll my hips against him, drawing a low groan from his throat. His hands grip my waist tighter, guiding my movements as we find a rhythm together.
The world narrows down to just us—the heat of Leo’s skin against mine, the softness of his lips as they trail down my neck, the strength of his arms as they hold me close. I lose myself in the sensations, in the way our bodies move together, in the building pressure of our shared pleasure.
Leo’s shadows dance around us, warm and alive, caressing my skin like phantom touches. I feel my own shadows responding, reaching out to twine with his, creating a cocoon of darkness that shields us from the outside world.
“Frankie,” Leo pants against my collarbone. His voice strained. “I need... I want...”
“Yes,” I breathe, understanding without words. “Yes, Leo. Please.”
I rise up, tugging my pants down my thighs. Needing him right here. Right the fuck now.
Leo’s eyes darken with desire as he helps me shimmy out of my pants. His hands roam over my newly exposed skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I fumble with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel all of him.
“Patience,” he chuckles, but his voice is strained. He lifts his hips, allowing me to tug his jeans down.
The sight of him, all lean muscle and tanned skin, takes my breath away. I trace the lines of his abs, marveling at the way he shivers under my touch. His cock strains against his boxers, and I can’t resist palming him through the thin fabric.
Leo groans, his head falling back against the couch. “Frankie,” he pants, “you’re killing me here.”
I grin, feeling powerful and wanted. “Can’t have that,” I tease, hooking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers. “I need you alive and well.”
With a swift motion, I pull his boxers down, freeing his erection. Leo hisses as the cool air hits him, but I waste no time in wrapping my hand around him. He’s hot and hard in my palm, and I stroke him slowly, reveling in the way his hips buck into my touch.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Frankie, please. I need you.”
The desperation in his voice sends a thrill through me.
I rise up, positioning myself over him. Leo’s hands grip my hips, steadying me as I slowly sink down onto him. We both gasp as he fills me, the sensation overwhelming. For a moment, we stay still, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.
“You feel amazing,” Leo murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. His hands roam my back, tracing patterns on my skin. “So perfect.”
I roll my hips experimentally, drawing a low moan from Leo. The bond between us pulses, growing stronger with eachmovement. I can feel his pleasure mingling with mine, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me.
Leo’s lips find my neck, pressing fervent kisses along my pulse point. His teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding him close as we move together.
Our bodies find a rhythm, slow and deep at first, then building in intensity. Leo’s hands guide my hips, setting a pace that has us both panting. The room fills with the sound of our gasps and moans, the air thick with the scent of our arousal.
“Leo,” I breathe, my voice catching as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “Oh god, Leo.”
He grins against my skin, angling his hips to hit that spot again. “That’s it, Frankie,” he encourages, his voice low and husky. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
His words send a shiver through me, and I feel myself getting close. The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that begs for release. Leo’s movements become more urgent, his thrusts deeper and harder. I can feel his own climax approaching through our bond, his pleasure amplifying my own.
“Frankie,” he groans, his fingers digging into my hips. “I’m close. So close.”
I nod, unable to form words as the sensation overwhelms me. My shadows intertwine with his, wrapping us in a cocoon of darkness and pleasure. The bond between us pulses, stronger than ever, and I feel myself teetering on the edge.
With a particularly deep thrust, Leo pushes me over. My orgasm crashes over me in waves, my body clenching around him as I cry out his name. The intensity of it is almost too much, heightened by the bond and the feeling of Leo’s own pleasure mixing with mine.
Leo follows me over the edge moments later, his hips stuttering as he comes with a low, drawn-out moan. I feel thewarmth of his release inside me, and it triggers another small aftershock of pleasure.
We collapse against each other, panting. Leo’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both come down from our high. Our shadows slowly retreat, leaving us bathed in the soft morning light once more.
“That was...” Leo starts, then chuckles. “I don’t even have words. Incredible doesn’t even cover it.”
