I dried myself half-heartedly, then thrust the towel onto the ground.
Leona didn’t move as I advanced on her, gripped her hips and lowered my mouth to hers for a hard kiss. My fingers on her waist tightened when she kissed me back.
I began guiding her backwards, out of the bathroom and toward my bed. She didn’t resist. Her legs hit the bedframe and she fell backwards. My shirt rode up her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. I breathed out harshly. My cock was already hard. I wanted to finally be in her.
She must have seen it too but there was only need in her eyes, not fear. I climbed on the bed and moved between her legs, then pushed them apart and lowered my body on top of hers.
She sucked in a tense breath but didn’t push me away, or protest. I kissed her again, my tongue tasting her mouth. My cock was pressed up against her inner thigh. A small shift of my hips and I’d be buried in her tight heat.
She brought a hand up, the one with the bracelet, and raked it through my wet hair, which was dripping water down on our faces.
I pulled back a couple of inches. “Why didn’t you pawn it for your bet?”
She followed my gaze. “I couldn’t do it. Because you gave it to me.”
Fuck. The look in her eyes. “I thought you hated me. That’s what you said.”
“I was trying to. But…” she trailed off. “You saved me again. You are the only one who cares enough to risk anything at all for me. It’s pathetic, but there’s only you.”
I couldn’t say anything to her emotional words. Nothing that would have done them justice. “I want you,” I rasped into her ear, then added in an even lower voice. “I need you.”
Her eyes searched mine. She couldn’t stop looking for something, even after everything that had happened.
She lifted her hips slightly, making the tip of my cock slide over her slick folds. I hissed in response to the silent invitation. It was too enticing. To take her right now, no more waiting. But she was worth the wait.
I sat back on my hunches and unbuttoned her shirt, then helped her pull it off, allowed my eyes to take in her flawless skin. I was tired and still riled up. My control was at its limits but I forced myself to lower my mouth to her pussy. Surprise flashed across her face and then her lips parted in a soft moan as I dipped my tongue between her folds. After a few strokes along her heated flesh, I closed my lips around her clit. I was too impatient for the slow approach.
She rewarded me with a gasp and opened her legs even wider. My mouth on her bundle of nerves quickly had her panting and slick with arousal. I pushed a finger into her, fucking loving the way her walls clamped around me. I couldn’t wait for them to do that to my cock. She bucked her hips, crying out and I pushed a second finger into her. She shuddered, as I guided her through her orgasm with slow strokes of my fingers and tongue. But my own need was too urgent now. My cock was close to exploding.
I straightened and reached for the drawer. I took a condom from it before I covered my cock with it. Leona watched me with a mix of trepidation and anticipation. I stretched out above her and guided my cock to her entrance. For a moment, I considered saying something, words she wanted to hear, loving words, gentle words, but I couldn’t. I was filled with so much darkness and despair because I knew this was the only night we’d ever have. I felt it deep down.
I held her gaze as I pushed forward. My tip slid in, tightly gripped by her heat. She tensed, breath stilling in her throat. Her eyes were soft, and fucking emotional. I could not hold back. I didn’t want to. I captured her mouth, eyes boring down into hers, as I claimed her fully. Her resistance fell under the pressure and she gasped against my lips, body taut under me.
“I betrayed for you, I killed for you,” I said roughly, pulling out of her slowly until only my tip remained inside her. “I’ll bleed and I’ll die for you.” I thrust back into her, trying to hold back.
Her eyes widened. From my words and pain. She clung to me, those fucking cornflower blue eyes never leaving my face.
I’ll bleed and I’ll die for you.
It wasn’t a promise, not a sappy declaration of my feelings. It was a prediction.
I pushed deeper and harder with every thrust and she held onto me, eyes boring into mine. And I claimed her with every thrust, trying to convince myself that this was worth it, that Leona was worth the trouble I was willing to take on for her. That she was worth dying for.