Page 47 of Shadows of Justice

“Tell me what you need, Genevieve,” he rasps, placing tantalizingly slow kisses on the side of my mouth and down my jaw. “I want to give you what you need.”

A whimper escapes me when he runs a hand over the peak of my breast, kneading the flesh and making me shiver. My pussy throbs, warm wetness growing between my thighs. My mind is a blank slate. I’m blind with want. I can’t think clearly enough to fully answer him. His gaze continues to bore into mine. With unyielding focus he watches me unravel beneath his fingers.

“I-I need . . .” I start, and then my words break off as he sinks his teeth into my neck, the sting of it laved with his tongue directly after. My eyes roll and flutter closed, my body responding to him like an instrument under an expert musician’s touch.

He feels so much better than my fantasies ever allowed me to imagine.

He tastes like answers. Like liberation.

Lost again to his mouth on mine, I’m vaguely aware of being lifted, and then a few moments later set on a soft duvet. His bodyweight presses me into the covers, a feeling I’ve never reveled in so much before. He dips his head and lifts my shirt, pressing tongue kisses to my abdomen and ribcage in between pleasurable, stinging bites. He rasps against my flesh in Spanish, spouting beautiful words I cannot understand, but in this moment, I don’t feel I even need to. I feel all that he is saying in the reverent handling of my body, in the worshiping cadence to his voice.

His mouth, his hands—he’s speaking to me in our own language, one that I’ve become fluent in since I first laid my eyes on Leo Barone.

He sits back on his heels to finally remove his atrocity of a T-shirt, and I take the opportunity to slip out of my own top. Sitting up, I unclip my bra and drink him in, his eyes feasting on me with equal fervor. The sight of him in nothing but old, worn jeans—the waistband so low I can tell he’s not wearing anything underneath—is enough to make my heart kick into overdrive. Not a second to be wasted, he’s back to claiming my mouth, and I shiver at the indulgence of his exposed and burning skin on mine.

I explore his chest and shoulders with greedy fingers, wanting to brand him to my own body. I roam over his back and press firmly into his ass with both hands. It grinds his hardness against my soaked core, making us both suck in breath and moan in pleasure. He does it again on his own and I almost come undone right then, the pent-up tension nearly wound tightly enough to explode.

He goes to undo the button on my jeans and I pull his down by the belt loops, the fabric loose enough to slide over his cock until it springs free and thuds onto my stomach. I reach down and pump him hard from top to bottom and he twitches in my hand, a groan escaping his lips. He’s fiddling with my zipper, and continues to have trouble as I swirl my thumb over the bead of precum on the crown and drag it down over his length.

“Having trouble?” I tease, smiling against his mouth.

He growls and sits back, pulling my thong and my jeans off completely in a single, violent swipe. I’m bare to him—and normally on the shyer side—but the way he’s staring at me, like a desperate, frenzied madman, makes me feel as powerful and as lethal as a goddess.

I fold my knees up, and holding his gaze I part them slowly, enjoying the show of watching his eyes devour me. I lie still, lingering on bated breath, ready and waiting—all for his consumption.

“Genevieve,” he rasps, licking his lips and staring at my dripping cunt. “I need to know if you’re on birth control.”

I can’t bring myself to speak, but my mouth pulls into a small smile as I nod once.

Leo doesn’t waste any more time with words.

He feasts on me with the same vengeance that he took my mouth with, like a starving man granted a final meal. He’s not gentle by any means, his grips on my breast and thigh bruising, but it only makes me want him more. I love the desperation behind his touch, like he’s trying to hold it all together and I’m bringing him dangerously close to losing control.

Pressure builds in my core and I cry out as two fingers curl inside me, joining the onslaught of his insatiable, devilish tongue. I squirm and jerk, the sensations incredible, but he holds me down in place firmly—right where he wants me.

I explode in his mouth, and my panting moans are joined by another satisfied, guttural growl from deep in his chest. He laps at my pussy, slowing his pace as I shudder against him, stars dancing in my vision. He turns his head and places a stinging bite on my inner thigh and another near my belly button. The perfect mixture of pleasure and pain is enough to make my vision hazy, my desire to have him inside me taking hold of me with a vengeance. He sucks one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as his scarred fingers massage the other.

As I catch my breath he lifts his head, his eyes filled with lust. He kisses me again, my flavors shared between our tongues. I reach out and grip his engorged shaft, lining it up to my slick entrance.

“I need you, Leo,” I beg breathlessly.

Dangerous delight flickers in the dark pools staring back at me. He enters me fully in one fluid motion, and I gasp as I stretch to accommodate his length. His whole body shudders beneath my fingers, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusts to the sensation of being inside of me. He cups my cheek, staring down at me as he begins to move above me, the whole world fading to black as I’m filled and enveloped with nothing but perfectly him.

He bites my neck again and I cry out, my fingernails pressing into his ass to drive him deeper and deeper into my core. I’m gripping him hard enough to draw blood but he doesn’t seem to feel it, his eyes lost in a haze of desire as he fucks me like I always knew he could.

I gasp as he flips me halfway over. He positions me to enter me from behind, to squeeze my ass but still tease my nipples and claim my mouth with a fervor that I’m certain will leave my lips bruised and swollen. My cries drown out the sound of more of his Spanish, whispered against me as he reaches down to play with my clit and bring me even closer to my official break with sanity.

“You will come with me,” he orders, holding my gaze.

He punctuates the decree with another wicked circling of my clit, the pressure just the perfect amount as he slides in and out of me, the sounds of the squelching obscenely loud in the quiet of the room.

My eyes roll, the sensations overwhelming, but he grips my throat hard to focus my attention back on him.

“Look at me,” he commands, the wrath in his tone about to send me over the edge on its own. “I want those eyes on me when you come for me.”

Finally, orders I can follow.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I say, my words a plea as the tension in my belly coils to an all-time high.

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