Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I’m wearing my PJs, shorts, and a tank top. It’s almost like I need to stop myself from making another run for it.
“Maybe,” I whisper, meeting his contrasting, intense eyes. “But I don’t think we should talk about that or even think about it.”
He kneels next to the bed, glancing at the door. He’s got that look on his face, the one I’m beginning to recognize, the fierce hunger he’s struggling to hold in check.
“It’s hard not to think about it when you look so damn sexy. You drive me crazy, Emma—every single inch of you. I know we’re playing a game by trying to be good, but it’s hard.”
“So hard,” I whisper, then whimper when he reaches out and slides his hand slowly up my leg.
He inches closer to my sex. I look at the door, not that there’s much chance of Rosa interrupting us. She’s ignored us since yesterday, and I can’t blame her. I should stop Leo. This isn’t right. We definitely, one thousand percent, shouldn’t be doing this.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he goes on. “I thought I would lose you in the forest, and I can’t. My body, Emma… This is going to sound nuts.”
“Say it.” My voice trembles as his grip gets firmer, closer to my sex, his fingers teasing at the edge of my shorts. “Leo?”
“My body is telling me to get you pregnant right now. Telling me I can’t waste any time because I’m unsure how much time we’ve got.”
My belly whelms with tingles, heat, and a thousand tempting sensations at his words.
“Mine too,” I say, “but we can’t… Leo…”
I’m not sure if it’s a moan of protest or anticipation. All I know is I don’t want him to stop—not as he grabs my shorts and my panties and pulls on them insistently. He groans, staring at my sex, then leans across the bed and kisses me. Hard. We kiss like it’s been years since we last did it, not a day. Our tongues clash fiercely as he slides his hand between my legs, rubbing my naked pussy. Then he makes a growling, hungry noise and gently pushes my shoulders back.
“I need to taste your hot, wet, virgin slit,” he says, his voice shuddering.
“Leo…”
I look down the bed at his silver-haired head. His mouth twists in desire, and his eyes are almost glazed over like he’s fully giving in to the lust.
“If you tell me to stop…” He pauses and smirks. “I’ll try.”
I should. It’s the whole reason I said his name. Then I shake my head, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. With a grunt of pure ownership, he pulls my shorts and panties down the rest of the way, then opens my legs and pushes his face between them.
He makes feasting noises as he focuses on my pussy, his hands laying claim to my thighs. The heat tingles up and down my folds, my clit, my hole, more than anything I’ve experienced yet. I try not to think about the failure and nerves of last time. It’s easy not to think about anything except his tongue between my legs, moving to my clit and paying it so much attention my thighs start to tremble. I’m shocked at the suddenness of the pleasure.
I’ve been thinking about this nonstop for a day, even if I should be thinking about what a terrible friend I am. Or the war. Or the danger. Or the near-death experience. No, just him. My man. It’s like magic. He makes all other concerns disappear.
“Oh, oh,” I moan, trying to keep my voice quiet.
He growls and sinks his hands deeper into my thighs greedily like he can’t get enough of me. I start shifting my hips in time with his tongue strokes, chasing the intense searing pleasure. It’s like there’s an orb inside of me, expanding, boiling, reaching outward until it’s consuming my entire lower half, then my whole body and soul.
“Yes,” he growls, breath scorching against my sex.
“Don’t stop.”
Somehow, I manage to push those words out. Don’t stop, which is the opposite of what I should say.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Leo
Don’t stop, she says, like that’s even an option.
Her pussy tastes perfect, tangy, and horny. I can taste her excitement as if her body is talking to mine. It’s far too easy for everything else—the war, Rosa, the lies—to drift away. It’s just us, my woman’s thick thighs in my hands, her soaked pussy drenching my mouth even more when she begins to shudder.
“Ah, ah, yes,” she moans, her legs trembling as she gifts me with wave after wave of her delicious juice. “Oh, Leo, Leo…”
The last time she says my name, it’s almost like she’s desperate. It’s like she’s pleading with me to lick her harder, fiercer, so she doesn’t have to think about everything else. I slip my finger into her hole, groaning when I feel her tightly clinging to me. The tip of my cock is aching, precome leaking, getting me ready.