"He wouldn't," I argue, unable to believe it.
"And yet he did." Leo nods, and a slight smile appears on his face, at the corners of his lips, leaving no doubt that he's serious and a little proud of himself.
I can't believe this. How could Raphael allow Leonardo to marry me? After all those years of hiding, after what he tried to do: kidnap me, hold me hostage, threaten Raphael to make him come to that evil lair, and then plan to kill him.
"How could he... How did you..." I have no words left to express all my thoughts.
"He knows that I did what I had to do to protect my family," Leonardo says, still holding the ring box in his hand. "He knows that I would never hurt you. Moreover, I'll do anything possible to keep you safe. He understands my intentions, and he realizes that you'll never find anyone to love you and care about you more than I do because I'm your mate."
A tear falls down my cheek, and I wipe it away. I want to turn my face, to hide my emotions, but I can't do that. Instead, I stare at Leonardo as if trying to make sure this all is happening for real.
"I can't live without you, Beatrice," he insists in a low voice, and my whole body shudders at the way he’s looking at me. "You're my everything."
I can't argue any longer. I drop to my knees to meet him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
LEONARDO
When Bea gives in, I almost can't believe my luck. For a moment, I don't even realize what is happening. Still, I finally come to my senses and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing her tender body to mine.
I feel tears on her soft sweet lips, and that taste of sweet mixed with salty makes me go crazy. She makes me lose my mind. And if this is what it means to be happy, then I never want to be clear-minded again.
We kiss like that for at least half an hour, touching each other, stroking with our hands, sucking each other’s lips as if there's no tomorrow.
How have I survived without her for the last couple of days? I can't believe I was stupid enough to let her go. I knew from the beginning that I wouldn't be able to live without her, but I lied to myself that I could.
I shove my hand under the skirt of her dress, and the hot, tender skin of her legs makes me groan with desire.
Even though Bea says she's a modern, independent woman, she still prefers to dress up like a woman from the last century: long dresses with bouffant skirts and fitted waists, emphasizing her thin torso and petite breasts. And I can't imagine her wearing anything but that. She is so feminine, giving off vibes that even a blind man would sense.
"Touch me," she pleads, gasping for air between kisses, digging her nails into my shoulders. "Touch me where I've never been touched before."
I am half-hard, but the idea of making love to Beatrice makes my dick turn into a steel sword.
"Are you sure?" I ask, pulling away and looking into her eyes, so beautiful and full of anticipation.
"I've never been more positive in my life," she whispers back with a smile, and I press my lips to hers once again.
I don't need any other permission. I shove my hand deeper under her dress, searching for her underwear. My head is spinning from desire.
When I find Bea's wet panties, I growl, realizing that they are soaked frommytouch.
I need to taste her. I want to know how sweet her honey is. I'm willing to taste every inch of her body, but her pussy is the spot I start with.
I pull away, and Bea protests, murmuring something in response.
I've never done this before. In my entire life, I've never got down on my knees for a woman; I've never tried to make a woman come with my tongue or even with my fingers. I’ve received thousands of blow-jobs, but I was never one to give the pleasure of oral sex back.
And now I know why. Because I didn’t know Beatrice then. Her scent, body heat, and vibes make me want to taste her and eat her honey all day long until she collapses onto the bed, tired and satisfied. At the same time, I'll keep kissing her, touching her, making her mine.
I raise her skirt and lower my face down. Beatrice obediently lets me spread her legs and lies back on the bed.
A beautiful white lace thong covers her sweet little pussy. I can't believe I'm the first man to see this treasure. And I'll be the last one to touch it. I'm a lucky bastard.
I lean down and press my nose to the lace of her panties, inhaling deeply.
The scent hits my nostrils, waking up the beast in me. I roar, barely restraining myself from taking her roughly, tearing up that dress and coming inside that pussy hard and fast.