Page 63 of Vicious Redemption

Arching my back, I reach Leo’s lips once more, and I kiss him with searing desire.

A groan echoes up his hoarse throat—an aftermath of too many hours of grief and hosting. I gasp and nip his lip as I start to take his request seriously. He wants to forget. He needs some relief from the heavy weight I see him struggling under.

I never thought of Leo as breakable.

To me, he’s always been something of a god.

Cold, powerful, untouchable. But I know better now.

He’s just as human as the rest of us, which makes his vulnerability all the more precious to me.

Gripping his hips with my thighs, I keep him close as I open the buttons to his suit coat and shove it over his shoulders, then down his arms. At the same time, his fingers hook beneath the shoulder of my boat-neck dress. He pulls the collar aside to suck my skin between his teeth, creating a hickey almost instantly. Arousal floods my panties, soaking them in a matter of seconds.

I moan, my fingers working more frantically to remove the tie I so carefully knotted for him this morning. Something about the balance in removing the dark mourning clothes I helped him into feels cathartic.

Like I’m removing the layers of grief with each item of clothing.

When I make it down to the bare skin of his torso, I run my hands over his rippling muscles, savoring the way they flex and bunch. Goosebumps rise beneath my touch. Pressing my palms to his chest, I guide him back from the table, taking charge as I let him lay claim to my lips.

Then I slowly sink onto my knees before him. His hazel eyes burn with desire as I peer up the length of his body. And at the same time, I unbuckle his belt. It doesn’t take more than a moment to open his pants and guide his black slacks and boxer briefs down around his ankles.

Eye to eye with his swollen erection, I grip the base firmly. And with more confidence than I had from the limited experience of my past, I ease his hard tip between my lips.

Leo groans, his hands finding the table behind me for support as I open wide to avoid catching him with my teeth. Then I slowly move my head forward and back, stroking the base of his cock with my tongue.

“Fffuck, Tia,” he hisses, his eyes sinking closed.

And when his hips start to move with me, I take slow, steady breaths to allow him deeper down my throat. My heart flutters at the way he fills me, my stomach quivering with anticipation.

My panties are wet with my need, but I can wait.

Leo’s fingers comb into my hair, taking control of the motion, and it’s equally thrilling and nerve-racking.

“Take off your dress,” he rasps, his eyes burning with lust as he watches me swallow him again and again.

Reaching behind me, I ease the zipper down my back and shrug out of the black fabric. Guiding it down my body, I leave it in a heap around my knees.

Leo withdraws from my mouth and, in a flash, scoops me up off the floor, depositing me back on the table. His hands are all over me, exploring every inch of my flesh like this is the first time he’s ever seen it. As if I’m something new and wonderful, he wants to know in detail.

And each blistering touch sets my body on fire.

His lips claim mine with a greed that makes me ache.

The passion between us borders on desperation, and yet, he’s just as careful with me as ever. Like he doesn’t trust himself to behave.

“I won’t break, Leo,” I promise, pulling him more adamantly against me.

And the low, feral snarl that issues from his lips makes me giddy with excitement.

He lays me back, sweeping aside more packages to make room for me. His lips ravage my chest and breasts, capturing my nipples between his teeth and teasing them with his tongue. Then his hands find my thighs, and he hooks his elbows under my knees.

With a tug, he brings me to the edge of the table.

And thrusts inside me without hesitation.

My back arches off the hard surface. My nipples throb, they’re so tight, and while I try to consider what it might sound like to the staff if I cry out, I can’t seem to stop myself.

“Play with yourself, Tia,” he commands, rocking inside me with purpose.

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