I started the shower, and gripped my cock hard as I thought about her moans, the way she had felt under my fingers, her mouth on my fucking cock. That had surprised me like nothing else. What would she do when I took her?
What else wouldIdo?
I could no longer be cautious with her. I went at sex like a starving man at the sight of Thanksgiving. And she was the full table spread.
Would that scare her? Or excite her?
“Fuck,” I growled as I felt the pressure start to build. My hand moved faster on my throbbing cock.
Scaring her was the whole fucking point.
When I finally let go, however, it was her name that clung to my lips.
Chapter 16
Leda
“Tell me what you want.”
I stared into Valentino’s eyes, feeling my heart flutter at his nearness. “I want you,” I whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek.
He shuddered under my touch, and for a moment, I felt utter devotion for the man before me. He was powerful. He was dominant.
He was mine.
When he opened his eyes once more, I saw the fiery heat in them, the passion that he was going to bring to my body as he had many times before. Our love was, well, it couldn’t be put into words what I felt for him.
“Leda.” My name came out in a whispered plea as he dropped to his knees, his face inches from my throbbing core. “Let me love you.”
“Yes,” I breathed, my hands fisted in his hair. “Please.”
His thumb brushed over my clit, and I whimpered. “You don’t ever have to beg for me.”
Oh, but I wanted to. I wanted him to make me cry out his name, make me beg him to stop as he brought my body repeatedly to the brink.
My favorite thing about him.
When his mouth touched me, I nearly lost it. His tongue glided over my swollen nub, worshipping me as he pushed apart my folds.
I bolted awake, my eyes flying open as I struggled to catch my breath. It was just a dream.
It had to be a dream.
Groaning, I rubbed my hand over my face. Sunlight was streaming through the open balcony door. I tried to stay up after Valentino had left, waiting in restless anticipation for the moment he would.
But the pull of exhaustion finally won out and I fell asleep naked.
Refusing to get out of bed, I stretched my body and winced as my feet screamed in return. There were probably scrapes and bruises cuts all over the bottom from my failed escape last night.
A shower would do me some good.
That, and maybe something more.
The thought came unbidden, unwanted, and I realized my body was still flushed from my dream. My hand wandered over my aching breasts. I wasn’t one to touch myself often, butsomethingabout that dream left me feeling…
Incomplete.
A grin flitted over my lips as the image of Lucas Valentino onhisknees worshippingme.