Page 64 of Vicious Redemption

I shiver at the rasping hunger in his voice, and watching his face as I guide my hand between my thighs, I find my clit. Electric pleasure lances through me, and when I tighten around Leo’s hard length, his eyes ignite with lusty passion.

“You feel so good,” I whimper, daring to speak without prompting.

Leo groans, his fingers pressing harder into my flesh as his pace increases, escalating the intensity. My walls throb, stretching around him until I feel so utterly full and deeply satisfied.

“God, I want to fuck you all night,” he growls.

I whimper, nodding at the seriously tempting thought. And my clit twitches beneath my fingers, sending a tingling euphoria across my stomach and chest. My eyes roll back in my head as my breaths quicken. Excitement climbs steadily inside my core, releasing fresh waves of arousal to coat my soaking folds.

Leo hisses, his muscles flexing, jaw clenching to maintain control, and I can’t hold on any longer. My orgasm blasts through me, an explosive release of pressure that makes me twitch and shudder against the cool wood table.

My fingers slip from my clit as I ride the wave of euphoria. And I throb around his hard length, begging him silently to join me in my bliss.

Groaning, Leo falls forward to brace his palms on the hard surface. It brings my legs up, spreading my thighs and changing the angle in which he enters me. Every time he rocks into me, he finds my clit, and his chest brushes across mine, building exhilarating friction.

“You’re so deep,” I gasp, my eyelids flying open as the new intensity only increases the pulsing aftershocks of my release.

Leo slows, hesitating as he seems to take my words to mean it’s too deep, and I nearly lose my mind.

“Don’t stop!” I plead. “God, I want it all. Please, please, please,” I mewl.

He grunts, his powerful penetration resuming, and I sob with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re sexy when you beg,” he growls.

My core flutters at his words, and my pulse races at the meaning behind it. I don’t know how, but something about getting tied up seems to have unlocked a new kind of communication between us. A sexual freedom that fills me with a fresh and unexplored desire.

Leo is a god. When he lays claim to my body, he does it with a confidence and an artistry that couldn’t be described as anything less. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing to me. It doesn’t matter how he takes me.

He brings my soul to life.

He turns our bodies into one.

And right now, I need this deep, unbreakable connection as much as I think he does.

Grasping his neck, I lift myself, intensifying my stretch as I kiss him fiercely. His lips move with mine. And when he traps my lower lip, giving it a playful nip, I nearly come undone.

Combing my fingers into his hair, I give his curls a soft tug. And I’m rewarded with a low and agonized groan.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he rasps, his hips jerking forward.

“Mm-hmm,” I whimper, too close to the edge to form a coherent thought.

“God, I fucking love you,” he growls.

His passionate profession melts my heart. And sends me into oblivion. I clamp my mouth to his, and my euphoric cry vanishes down his throat as I come hard. Arousal gushes from me, running into the crevice between my butt cheeks. My pussy clamps down on his throbbing erection, guiding him deeper into my depths, ready to hold him there until kingdom come.

Leo groans, his hips thrusting forward until he’s buried inside me to the hilt. And I can feel the warmth of his own release as he fills me with his seed.

Deep, pulsing satisfaction courses through my veins as I breathe heavily. But I refuse to let go of his lips. Instead, I cling to him, relishing our closeness as he traps me against the drawing-room table.

Slowly, the throbbing aftershocks subside, and I collapse back onto the table. Leo hovers above me, his arms caging me as he gives me the first honest smile since his father died.

“I love you too,” I breathe, running my fingers through his hair.

A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest, and Leo leans in to brush a playful kiss across my nose. “I know,” he teases.

I smack his shoulder lightly with the back of my hand, and he eases my legs back down onto the table, letting me relax. Then he slides out of me, leaving an aching hollowness in his wake.

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