Page 78 of Painting Celia

He bit and sucked at her neck, still holding her wrist by her head. His other hand left her breast to run down her body, fumbling for the hem of her dress.

His mouth on her took all of her attention, almost painful but erotic in its intensity.

“León,” she gasped as he bit a little too hard. He growled into her neck but switched to kissing the mark on her neck lightly. His hand finally found her hem and began slipping up under it. He bumped her hips back into the wall with his own, tickling her inner thigh with his fingers. He gave his mark one last kiss and then pulled back to look at it.

“There. You’re branded.” She gasped as his fingers finally went between her legs. His light touch on her was heavenly.

His eyes were back on hers, a devilish look in them. “I’m going to put that mark in the damn painting,” he threatened, low. His fingers slipped between her wet lips, his thumb wandering up to touch right where she wanted it, and she gasped. “You’re not untouchable, are you? Everyone who sees that mark will know I made it.”

His entitlement was an incredible turn-on somehow. Celia didn’t know yet if he meant it personally—he was always talking about painting when he got this way. Breathing hard, she leaned against the wall, pushing her hips into his hand. His eyes were reckless, lips curling into a smile as he watched her reactions.

The doorbell rang. Her eyes flickered to the door, but León ground his hand into her, weakening her knees.

“Early,” she gasped.

“I can make you see stars before you open that door,” he whispered. He finally released her wrist, only to firmly cup her face, his thumb dragging gently across her lower lip. “You want that?” She nodded mutely, panting lightly as he circled and teased at her with his thumb. “Say you belong to me.”

When she hesitated, he slipped a finger inside her. Her eyes closed again, and she leaned her head back against the wall, whimpering softly. He leaned in close, his mouth inches from hers.

The doorbell rang again.

“I’m going to get you to say that,” he murmured. His hand pulled away, then came back with two fingers sliding inside. He kissed her hard, holding her head in place. She moaned into his mouth as he continued moving slickly on her.

“I should just fuck you right here,” he breathed. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you?”

She would indeed. She ran a palm down his forearm, holding him to her.

“Hey, are you here?” A voice came from inside the house, making them both jump.

Kelsey. She’d gone around and come in the back door.

León stopped his movements, fingers still inside her, and leaned back just enough to see her face. She saw the disappointment in his, but he paused to see what she wanted.

“One sec, I’m posing,” she called out, her voice creaky. “Get a drink.” That would keep Kelsey out of the room. She wouldn’t even know which room they were in—this one was never used. Celia kept her eyes on León, then felt for his wrist, leading his hand to continue moving. There would be no time for more, but she couldn’t let him stop now.

With her free hand, she reached up to that dark hair, running her fingers through it, pulling his head to hers for an impassioned breathless kiss. She could feel his erection hard against her hip, pressing against her as he continued moving his thumb in rough circles. He held her against the wall as she slumped down, leaning her weight into that hand.

The doorbell rang again.

“Get that?” she shouted. León started chuckling against her cheek, then laughing. She gritted her teeth.

“Talk to me,” she whispered. He laid his cheek against hers, breath tickling deliciously past her ear as he controlled her with his moving hand.

“My pretty Celia Rose,” he whispered. “Do you like it?” She held her breath, her whole body tense, too close to reply. “Do you want it?” His entire body was moving against her, in sync with his hand. “God, I want to take you right here.” His growl sent her over the edge, exploding with pleasure. As she trembled and shook, he kissed her deeply, muffling any sounds she made. He read her body so well, knew when to stop moving, and let her feel and experience her release. She wanted to slide down the wall, but he wouldn’t let her.

“Good girl,” he crooned, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Celia, my girl.” As her breathing started to return to normal, he looked into her eyes again, satisfaction bright in his. “I’m going to get you to say it, you know.” His hand dropped to her neck, touching the mark he’d left there, and his lips curled into the wicked smile again.

She drew a deep breath and shook her head to clear it. Her eyes closed.

“I won’t,” she said quietly but with a smile. He slipped his hand from her and gave her a lingering kiss. Her entire body felt the sweetness.

“We’ll see.”

A knock sounded from the front door.

“That’s all of them,” she whispered. In the hallway outside, Andrew’s voice could be heard as he went to open the door to Trevor. León brushed gently at her hair, stroking it back into place.

“Why did we waste the day painting? I don’t want to stop.” He let out his own shaky sigh as he finally stood away from the wall, pulling her with him. Then he grinned. “Your cheeks are scarlet. They’re going to know. Want me to go out and say we were painting and that you’re getting dressed?”

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