Leo nods, hair tickling my cheek. “I only took power so I could marry you, Mia. I don’t like being in charge that much. They’re a bunch of idiots.”
My laughter echoes all the way up to the clouds. “The Serpicos, too.”
Leo nips my earlobe. “Well, then.”
We’re quiet for a moment. I glance around, but we’re alone, the beach empty as it stretches away in both directions. Leo’s heart thumps against my back, steady and so sure, and he follows easily when I grab his wrist and drag him toward a craggy alcove in the cliff face.
“We both need showers.”
I can hear his grin without turning around. “Yes.”
“You’re not going down there again until I’ve bathed. I mean it, Leo.”
A snort. “If you say so.”
The sounds of the beach change once rocks loom up on either side. The breeze drops and becomes a whisper, and even the waves sound farther away. My bare toes sink into the sand, and I’m so warm. Bathed in sunshine.
Leo watches me hungrily as I turn and settle my back against the rock. It’s not really comfortable, but I don’t care.
I lift my arms. He steps into them right away.
“Please.” Turns out I don’t mind begging with this man. Each time I do it, it seems to hit him like a blow, and I get it now. I’ve never held more power over him than when I’m begging him to touch me. “Please, Leo.” I lick at his throat. “Fuck me. Make me yours.”
His groan sounds broken, and he’s already rutting at me. Rocking his hips against me through our clothes, and mouthing along my collarbone. “Are you sure?” He’s gritting his teeth. I can hear it.
“So sure.” His body trembles where it pushes against mine. My heart aches in reply. “I promise, I’m so sure.”
It’s clumsy and uncoordinated. My freaking leggings stick on my thighs again, and I kick them onto the sand with a muttered curse. I leave the crop top on—a nod to the public beach—and Leo unbuckles his belt with shaking hands.
“I’m going to fuck you as your groom.”
I stroke his waistcoat, smoothing my palms up his strong chest. “Okay.”
“I picked this outfit for you, Mia.”
I kiss his chin, his cheek, his mouth. “And I like it.”
It takes some maneuvering, but we get me up against the rock, leaning against the gentle slope with my legs wrapped around Leo’s waist. I tug him down until he flattens me completely, his chest against mine and our foreheads pressed together.
“This might hurt.” His deep brown eyes look tortured. “Your first time can hurt.”
I yank at his collar, impatient now. “I don’t care.”
Itdoeshurt at first. When the broad head of Leo’s cock nudges against my entrance, I bite the inside of my cheek and squeeze his shoulders tight. And when he starts to press inside, when Istingdown there—
“Relax.” Leo pulls back, kissing my neck. “You’re so tense, Mia. Let it all go.”
Okay. Okay, we try again, and this time is better. Leo slides an inch inside, and though it burns a little, it feels good too. Especially when he crams an arm between us, tracing teasing circles over my clit, and a rush of heat floods through me. I buck in his arms, chasing his finger.
Shallow thrusts. He’s so gentle, so patient. Giving me all the time in the world to adjust. And I’m tingling, clenching, wanting him deeper, getting wetter and wetter by the second.
“Please,” I gasp as my toes curl behind his back. The waves crash and the seabirds ride the air currents over his shoulder.
Leo holds his breath and presses all the way in, my pussy slick as I rock my hips.
“Fuck.” He shakes his head, forehead tilting against mine. God, I canfeelhim splitting me open, so thick and long and hot. I can feel his freaking pulse against my inner walls. “Mia. Fuck.”
“Yeah.”