“I’m starting to think this whole kidnapping thing was just an elaborate ruse to get me to spend a night in your bed.” I smirk, stretching lazily, my body arching toward him. I see his eyes drop to my breasts, pupils dilating with lust.
“Believe me, after a night in my bed, I wouldn’t have needed to kidnap you,” he says. “You would’ve walked straight out of that palace of your own accord, begging me to take you again.”
I swallow, a little lost for words, until his smug smile pulls me out of it.
“Confident, aren’t you?” I say, standing and closing the distance between us until I can feel the heat of his breath on my face. The last time his mouth was on me, it erased all other thoughts. It made me feel strong and alive. After the blows I’ve been dealt today, I want to feel that way again.
“Of course I’m confident,” he says, the rumble of his voice making my nerves jump. My eyes fall to his lips, and his hand reaches for the back of my neck. “I already know exactly the sound you make—what youtastelike—when you come for me.”
Then he pulls my face to his, our lips colliding in a bruising crash. My hands fist in his shirt, and I moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth, taking control as he tilts my head back for deeper access. It’s only a few steps backward to the bed, and he guides me there with his body, pushing me down.
I reach out to pull him down with me, but he resists, kneeling above me.
“Now if you ask very nicely, I’ll make you come again,” he says. His hand slides under my skirt, caressing my knee before he trails his fingers up my leg. They stop at my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles. Even that makes me twitch, and he grins at my sensitivity.
I roll my eyes, trying not to show how much he affects me, but my body wakes up more with each word he speaks, each tantalizing image he plants in my head, every touch that shivers over my skin. I couldn’t walk away now any more than I could fly out of here. He has me right where he wants me. And whereIwant me too.
Because two can play this game.
I sit up, reaching out for his shirt, ripping open some of the buttons to expose an expanse of tan skin.Gods, his body is perfect, and I don’t hesitate to follow my impulse, dropping my head to lick across his abs.
Leon hisses with pleasure as I work my way up to his neck, nipping at the taut skin, then lapping the spot with my tongue. I let out a satisfied hum when he makes a deep, feral noise in response. He doesn’t let my mouth roam for long, however, cupping a hand beneath my chin and lifting my head.
“Tell me something, Ana,” he says.
“What?” My voice comes out husky.
“In your dreams, when we were together…”
I drop my gaze, still embarrassed by the memory.
“No,” he says, lifting my chin again. “Don’t do that.” His eyes burn into mine. “Don’t be ashamed. But tell me the truth. Do you want slow? Careful? Gentle? Or…do you want it how it was in your dream?”
He dips his mouth to mine again, capturing it roughly, kissing his way up my jaw and tugging my earlobe between his teeth, before whispering into the shell of my ear.
“Tell me what you want, Ana.”
All my life, I’ve been told I’m too fragile. Too weak. In my fantasies, I’m nothing like that—I’m hungry and full of passion. In my dreams, the person I’m with knows that too. He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t want anything less than all of me, and is hungry to give me all ofhimselfin return. No holds barred.
“Yes,” I say. “I want it like it was in the dream.”
“Good,” he purrs.
“But harder.”
He groans and it’s like I’ve cut the leash holding him back. His hands are on the back of my dress, quickly pulling the fastenings open, slipping my arms from the sleeves. I try to keep up, focusing first on his shirt and then turning my attention to his pants.
But he grabs both my wrists in one of his hands, pulling them up above my head as my back hits the mattress. My dress is still on, but it’s loose now, falling down to expose me, and with his free hand he slides it lower, baring my breasts. He cups one, his thumb teasing my nipple, making the skin dimple as a ripple of pleasure dances through me.
“Like this?” he asks.
He switches to the other breast, pinching it a little harder, making me buck and squeal with delight. My whole body’s burning, and every sensation stokes the flames higher.
He pauses, his eyes meeting mine, and I can read his unspoken question.
“Keep going,” I gasp. He’s still holding my wrists, but the rest of my body is free. I lift my leg, hooking it behind his thigh, trying to pull him in closer. He lowers himself a few inches, letting his body settle in between my legs. I wrap both legs more firmly around him, squirming against him and relishing the friction between us.
He groans as I press against his hard length.
