“Take me,” I order breathlessly. “Just like you saw in my dream. I don’t need you to be careful; I can handle it.”
“I know you can,” he says, tugging the last of my dress off me so only the thin fabric of my underwear remains. “And I’ll give you what you want. What webothwant.”
His hand dips between my legs, lips curving into a smirk as he feels that I’m soaking wet. He rips my underwear off, the cool air brushing against my wet, sensitive flesh. My entire body thrums with anticipation that explodes into pleasure when he slides two fingers inside me and scissors them like he did before. Before I can respond, his thumb is strumming on my clit, the vibration doing things to my insides. He pumps his fingers in and out, his thumb pinching my needy flesh.
He's playing me like some damn instrument and I want more.
I gasp, my legs locking as he twists and curls his fingers upward, brushing against my inner walls. He keeps his promise—he’s not slow or gentle—but the precision of his touch has me writhing with every quick thrust of his clever fingers. He twists his hand again, his palm presses down on my clit and he grinds against me as if he’s trying to drive me insane, one intense sensation at a time. I rip one of my hands free from his grip, grabbing a handful of bed sheet to help me ride out the intensity of my pleasure.
Then, just when I’m teetering on the precipice, he withdraws.
“Fuck!” I growl—half frustrated, half overwhelmed by the pleasure still tingling through me.
“Don’t worry princess, that’s coming.”
Leon reaches into the pants I half unbuttoned earlier and frees his straining cock. I bite my lip, thinking of taking all that inside me. My eyes roam over every hard, beautiful inch of it, and the ache at my core intensifies.
“Don’t be gentle,” I remind him, my eyes climbing up his body to meet his.
He makes a noise like all his birthdays have just come at once and wraps an arm around me, flipping me over and pulling me onto my knees. Eager and desperate, I lean back to grind against him, rubbing against the hard head of his cock. He growls and seizes my hip, then he thrusts forward.
I bury my head into the sheets to muffle my cry as he fills me. The pressure is exquisite—just the perfect amount of pain with my pleasure, stretching me, setting my nerves alight. Then he pulls back and drives into me again, making my whole body quiver.
“That’s it, princess. You can take this. You’re so strong.” He says the last three words in time with his thrusts, using a bruising grip on my hips to pull himself deeper.
I can’t think beyond his words in my ear, telling me how good I am, how well I take him, as he batters the bundle of nerves within me, edging me back toward the climax he denied me before.
“Leon,” I gasp, and he slows a fraction, making me hiss with displeasure. “Don’t. Stop.”
He laughs, delighted.
“Still not enough for you? You want more, princess?” he asks and lifts my lower half off the bed so I dangle in his relentless grasp. This puts his cock at a new angle. I release a moan so high and loud I even startle myself.
“Leon,” I plead. “So close.”
“Not yet. Stay with me, Ana,” he says, but I can feel my nerves reaching their crescendo now, darkness dancing at the edge of my vision.
My nerves are pulled tight as pleasure coils inside me. If I can’t release it soon, I’m convinced I’ll implode.
His hand finds where our bodies connect and slides northward, fingers ghosting across my clit. I twist under his touch, driven wild with the intensity of what he makes me feel. He passes over it again, timing the strokes with each thrust, two—three—times, and then I’m falling, squeezing my eyes shut as I careen over the edge.
My moan as I come is long and low. I wish the moment would go on forever, pleasure ricocheting off every nerve. My muscles contract around Leon as the climax rolls through me, and his voice joins mine in a roar as he follows me over the precipice.
I release a shaky breath as my climax fades. I’m oddly weightless, flying high on the ecstasy still coursing through me.
Leon wraps his body around mine and slumps down onto the bed, pulling me against him. I can feel every curve of his muscles and mentally measure the sheer size of his huge arms beside mine. To be joined with such a powerful being makes me feel strangely invincible.
I wriggle deeper into his arms as I bask in that sensation, letting it carry me into happy dreams.
Chapter25
Morgana
I’m woken by a knock at the bedroom door. Leon is up in an instant, and I mourn the sudden loss of his body around me even as I struggle to orient myself.
“Captain, you have a visitor.”
It’s Alastor, sounding sheepish. Leon eyes the door, then casts his gaze toward me instead. I shiver as he takes me in, the sheet pooled around my waist, my loose hair barely covering my chest.
