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He hits that spot deep inside, and my eyes roll back, a new orgasm building with such force, I fear it’ll blow me apart when it erupts. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“Fuck yes, I am, baby. All yours. Now. Always.”

When he hits the spot again, I have no choice but to scream, the force of the orgasm rocketing through me almost making me lose consciousness. But as the fog slowly clears, I realize I meant what I said. This man, this wonderful, filthy-mouthed man, has completely stolen my heart, and I know in my soul I'm safe with him.

I look over my shoulder, my gaze locking with his. "I love you."

“Love you too.” He leans forward to kiss me, gripping the back of the couch, his knuckles turning white as he uses it for leverage to push deeper into me.

His hips move in a steady, relentless rhythm, each thrust more intense than the last, filling me, consuming me. His breath is hot and ragged, panting in my ear. “See what you do to me? How fucking feral you make me? I can’t get enough.”

The room fills with the sound of our bodies slapping together, the wet, dirty noise echoing off the walls. Leo grunts, slapping my ass, and I push back against him.

“Give me all you got, big guy. Fuck me like a toy.”

He lets out a low moan, hips moving in short, sharp jerks as he comes. He throws his head back, the tendons in his neck standing out as he groans, a deep, guttural sound that sends a wave of heat through me.

When his orgasm ceases, he wraps an arm around me and we collapse onto the cushions. “Fuck, Hellcat.”

I laugh, reaching back to stroke his head. “Do you know how sexy you are when you lose control? It’s so fucking hot.”

He nuzzles into my hair, holding me tighter, and at that moment, I’ve never felt more whole or at home.

Chapter 27

Leo

The soft glow of candlelight flickers across Cat's face as we sit at our table in La Bella Vita, one of the most upscale Italian restaurants in town. The ambiance is intimate, with dark wood paneling and plush velvet booths creating cozy nooks for diners. Soft classical music plays in the background, barely audible over the gentle murmur of conversation and the clink of silverware against porcelain.

Between her allergic reaction and a few away games we’ve had since, it seemed like this day would never happen. But here we are.

Finally.

I can't take my eyes off her. She looks stunning in a deep emerald dress that hugs her curves, her dark hair falling in soft waves over her shapely shoulders, the slight muscularity evidence of the work she puts in at Nora’s gym. There's a sparkle in her eyes that makes my heart skip a beat every time she smiles at me.

"You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I might start to think you’re planning on having me as your main course right here in the middle of the restaurant." Though I know she teases, taking a sip of her wine, she doesn’t realize how on the mark she truly is.

I chuckle, reaching across the table to take her hand in mine. "Don’t tempt me."

She grins, intertwining our fingers. "What? Think I wouldn’t be game for some exhibition?”

Fuck.

This is our first actual date. It’s supposed to be romantic, yet here she is getting my dick so fucking hard it might burst through my zipper.

“Hellcat, what have I said about that mouth of yours?”

She winks, stuffing said mouth with a large piece of bread, and my dick fucking twitches, precum leaking into my boxers. With a sigh, I shake my head. “I’m trying to be romantic here. Been out of practice for a while, but you really aren’t helping matters.”

“Leo, with all you’ve done for me—”

“Taking care of you is not romance. My father always used to remind me when Wendy was alive to date my wife and not let the romance die.”

Sometimes I wonder how that man can be married to my mother. They are so different, yet the way he smiles at her . . . it’s the same way I smile at Cat.

She leans back in her chair as the waiter brings us our appetizers. “That’s actually not bad advice.”

We dig into the appetizers, talking about our days, and I find myself marveling at how much my life has changed since she came into it. Like how I’m not as riled up about the Minotaurs still not clinching a wildcard spot the way I would have been a few weeks ago.

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