She doesn’t say anything as she picks up the body wash, squirting some into her palm.
When she starts to wash my chest, my hand falls away from my cock. My desperation for her grows into pure fucking relentless need as I watch her hands move over me.
Her fingers follow the lines at my hips and flirt with the sensitive skin dangerously close to my hard-on before her eyes lift to mine and she sinks to her knees.
Cazzo.
I’m completely transfixed on Haven as her hand closes around my cock, and when her lips part, I’m unable to breathe.
She sucks me into her mouth, only managing to take me a few inches. Fisting my cock, she strokes me while sucking hard as if she knows exactly how I like it.
“Christo, principessa,” I hiss, my hands gripping her wet hair. I’m so fucking worked up for her, it only takes her head bobbing a few times to make my balls tighten. “Pull away.”
Instead of listening, Haven sucks me to the back of her throat, and I’m done for.
Pleasure shoots through my body, drawing a hiss from me as I jerk in her hot mouth.
The instant I’m done coming, I reach down and yank her to her feet, my mouth slamming into hers so I can taste myself on her tongue.
I blindly reach for the faucets, switching them off.
Haven’s hands rub up my chest, and when her arms circle my neck and she presses her wet, naked body to mine, there’s no way I’ll be able to stop myself now.
My kisses turn desperate, my tongue licking and teeth biting her lips, her jaw, and her neck.
“Please, Leo,” she gasps. “I want you so much. Please make love to me.”
Hearing her finally beg, I’m completely stripped of my control. A million men won’t be able to stop me from fucking her tonight.
Chapter 25
HAVEN
I should’ve waited for us to dry off before I gave in and begged.
Leo doesn’t care that we’re wet as he holds me to his body with one arm, moving me to his bed. My feet dangle a few inches from the floor, and I realize how strong he is to be able to carry me with one arm.
“We’re soaking wet,” I mumble against Leo’s mouth while he kisses me as if he’ll die if he stops.
“Don’t care,” he grumbles, lowering me to the black covers on his bed.
Bracing himself with one hand beside me, his lips knead and suck my skin as he moves down to my chest. Leo massages my right breast and bites my nipple before his tongue eases the sting.
I place my hands on his chest, my hands gliding over his wet skin, and seeing the drops on his pecs and abs is like watching porn.
He licks and kisses his way to my abdomen, and it looks like he’s savoring the feel of my skin on his lips as he takes his time. His fingers slowly trail over the curls between my legs, then he parts me and caresses my clit way too softly.
“More,” I moan, arching my back.
“Patience,” he murmurs against my heated core, sending tingles exploding over my body.
“You tortured me enough the past two weeks,” I complain.
“That’s all on you,principessa. I was ready to fuck you the instant I saw you in that tight pink dress at the party.”
“So, fuck me then!” I begin to sit up, but Leo darts over me, pressing me back into the covers.
He grabs hold of my hands and pins my arms above my head with one hand, while he moves his other back to my clit.
