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His movements become even more brisk, his cock hammering into me with such force I’m certain I’m going to die being ripped in half, in absolute bliss.

The tension within me erupts and my head snaps back, my vision blurring with the force of my orgasm. Leo groans as he spills himself inside of me, his hand fisted in my hair and squeezing. Our jagged breaths fill the air, his forehead eventually coming to rest against mine.

He shifts us, still inside me, lying on his side and brushing my hair back from my face and holding me close. As we both catch our breath his gaze on me warms, the feral beast receding and the affectionate man returning before my very eyes. Quiet sets in—the last of the evening sun filtering in through the windows and painting iridescent patterns over our sweat-slicked skin.

My smile grows as it’s clear that neither of us have the words to speak, but as we lie in the calm, limbs intertwined, we say all of the unsaid things that were left between us.

Chapter Fifteen - Escape

Thursday, July 23rd

Iblink my eyes open and run a hand down my face.

It’s dark in the room, but moonlight shines in through the window, casting my surroundings in pale, blue light. I look around and find that I’m alone, but I can hear the faint trickle of music through the wall to my left, the wall Leo’s office shares with his bedroom.

He said he doesn’t sleep much. He must be working.

I sit up, a soreness between my legs that makes me grin like a fool. After round one we took a shower, and couldn’t get through lathering each other before he had me against the wall.

After that we were hungry, so he cooked for us—naked—while I watched, eagerly enjoying the view. He perched me on top of the island and gave me water, telling me to hydrate.

I find that I like it when Leo gives me orders. At least, I do when he’s undressed.

We shared a bowl of pasta—he’s a fantastic cook, whereas I manage to fuck up packaged ramen—and couldn’t finish the bowl before he had me bent over the island, coming so hard I could hardly remember my own name.

I don’t stand a chance against him; I’m like putty in his hands. I can’t believe I ever thought I’d had good sex before this.

A nagging voice in my head whispers that it’s not just that the sex that’s so good, but that it’s us that’s good.

We’re drawn together like magnets, and when we collide, it’s like an explosion of sensations—desperation, desire. I fucking yearn for him, and yes, I know how cringey that sounds. It feels as combustible as a first young love, as terrifying as cliff jumping, and at the same time, as comforting as slipping into your bed after a long day.

Obviously, this was probably in my top five worst decisions I’ve ever made in life, but I don’t care right now. I’m unwilling to think about the repercussions, at least for a little while longer. I know there’s no history in store for us, no way that we could ride off into the sunset together. I just needed this, greatly—this togetherness. And if my instincts are correct, Leo did too.

I spot the alarm clock across the room, showing that it’s just after midnight. I’ve only been asleep a few hours, but I feel wired. I use the bathroom and then wrap a blanket around myself, padding quietly to find him. I follow the sound of the colorful lyrics to Straight Outta Compton that grows as I near the closed door of the office. I open it and slip inside, sneaking it closed behind me. Leo is bent over a work table with his back to me. He’s rapping loudly to the verse—deliciously shirtless.

My lips quirk as I observe my animal in his natural habitat, unaware of my creeping. He’s seated while injecting something into bottles that look like they’d be kept in a medical office, at least a hundred on a tray in front of him. I unwrap my naked body, silently lay the blanket on a rolling chair, and pick up a blunt tool that’s sticking out of the top of a box. Leo closes his eyes and belts out a particularly vulgar line, his hand like a finger gun and waving in the air at no one.

I press the tool into the small of his back, bringing my lips to the crest of his ear. “Got you,” I whisper, and smile as he shivers at the contact.

Leo lays down the injection device, raising his hands and smirking his dimply smirk. “Esmeralda,” he purrs, and heat pools in my belly.

As quick as a flash he whirls, using the rolling chair to his advantage as he grips one of my wrists like a vice and disarms my other hand. I pivot, changing to a defensive position to pop out of his hold, and effectively crack his hand against the table, causing the tool to clang to the floor. We wrestle for a moment, his bulk proving a good challenge for my expertise, but my speed bests him in the end. I land him chest to table, arms wrenched behind him, biting my lower lip in satisfaction.

He chuckles at me, pride lacing the sound. I press my naked body into his back and he groans.

“At least release one of my hands so that I can touch you, por favor,” he begs, and I’ll be damned if I don’t love the desperation in his tone.

I let go of him and he turns, fluidly lifting me up and setting me on the table behind me. He kisses me feverishly, like he hasn’t seen me in years, and I melt into his touch. I run my fingers below the lining of his loose, gray sweatpants, happy to still find nothing underneath. His caramel skin is like butter, the sort of smoothness women spend thousands at medical spas to achieve. He strokes me adoringly, seeming to catalog every inch of me, smoothing my hair and caressing my arms and back.

“Alma mía, serás mi fin,” he rasps against my skin. I lace my hands into his soft hair and pull his mouth back to mine, loving the sound of his words so much I want them to fill me. His erection juts into my stomach, fully present and accounted for. The man is a fucking stallion.

“You know, I love it when you talk to me like that,” I say in between kisses, “but I can’t understand you.” He pulls away and cups my cheeks, gazing at me with such adoration it makes my stomach do flips.

“Maybe I prefer it that way,” he says with a grin. I smack his shoulder.

“That’s not fair!” He chuckles and leans in to suck on my neck. “What does that mean? You said it a few times last night during . . .” My cheeks warm, and he pulls back to look at me again.

He hesitates, eyes veiling, and then says, “Just saying how much I love your lips.” He winks slyly. “Both sets.”

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