Page 15 of Tamed By the Lion Freak

His nostrils flared. A low rumble sounded in his chest. His eyes turned molten gold, more animal than human. Barely leashed hunger.

She shivered, not from fear but from anticipation. Reckless desire. She knew she should pull away, but she only wanted to get closer, to feel his heat, to have him touch her. Consume her. He was a magnet, and Kitty was helpless to resist the pull. Some primal part of her knew he'd be her undoing, but she no longer cared. She yearned to surrender.

In that moment, Kitty made a decision. She was tired of being alone, of being judged and misunderstood. She had never felt like this before, not with Marco, not with anyone. And curse or no curse, she wanted to experience more of these delicious feelings.

And then because she couldn’t help it, she kissed him before she could think better about it. For a heartbeat, he remained still. Then, with a growl that was more beast than man, Leo pulled her against him. His eyes darkened with arousal as he pressed her against the bed, pinning her wrists above her head. She reveled in the feeling of being completely at his mercy. The kiss was hungry, desperate, years of pent-up longing and frustration pouring out in a clash of lips and teeth and tongue. When they finally broke apart, they were both were panting. Kitty's robe had slipped off one shoulder, and Leo's eyes darkened at the expanse of bare skin.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of control.

Kitty nodded, beyond words. She wanted this— wanted him— with an intensity that frightened her. But beneath the desire was something else, a yearning for connection that went beyond the physical.

Leo's expression softened, as if he understood. "I want you," he said, his voice rough. "Not because you're a famous lion tamer, or because of some carnival magic. I want you, Kitty. Just you."

Tears pricked at Kitty's eyes. It had been so long since anyone had wanted her for herself, not for her fame or her skills in the ring. "I want you too," she whispered. "Even knowing you're cursed. Maybe because of it."

Leo's smile was tinged with sadness, but his eyes burned with desire. Slowly, reverently, he began to explore her body. His touch was gentle, at odds with the raw power she knew he possessed. Kitty arched into his caress, sighing with pleasure as his lips found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

But as things began to heat up, Leo suddenly pulled back. His breathing was ragged, and Kitty could see the internal struggle playing out in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked, fear coiling in her stomach. Had she done something to upset him?

Leo shook his head, as if trying to clear it. "The beast," he ground out. "The part of me that's not human. It's rising. It wants to conquer you."

Kitty's breath caught in her throat. She should be afraid, she knew. But instead, she felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins.

"What does that mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Leo's eyes met hers, burning with an intensity that made her shiver. "It means I need to dominate you," he said. "In this form. So that the beast will allow you to dominate me at night."

“Dominate me? How?”

“Anyway I want.”

Kitty's mind reeled at the implications. But her body had already made its decision, heat pooling between her legs at Leo's words. "Yes," she breathed. "Please."

A growl rumbled in Leo's chest, sending vibrations through Kitty's body. "You looked so sexy in that costume last night," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I wanted to devour you. Put it on for me," he commanded.

“Now?”

Leo nodded, already pulling his shirt over his head. Kitty's mouth went dry at the sight of his sculpted chest, golden skin stretched over hard muscle. Her gaze traveled lower, to where his hands were now working at his belt buckle.

"Hurry," Leo snarled, and Kitty jumped into action.

With trembling fingers, she retrieved the costume from where she'd hastily stashed it the night before. The fabric was cool against her skin as she slipped it on, the revealing cut making her feel both powerful and vulnerable.

As she dressed, she stole glances at Leo. He had quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his taut, muscular body. His cock stood proud and erect, and he stroked it as he watched her, his gaze ravenous.

"Come here," he ordered.

Kitty finished securing the flimsy sequined costume and hesitantly approached him, feeling exposed yet empowered in the outfit that accentuated every curve and contour of her body.

"Good girl," he praised, the words igniting a fire deep within her. He stepped closer, his hands deftly pulling the shiny material across her breasts down. The sudden exposure sent a thrill through her, and Kitty’s nipples hardened under his gaze. He lowered his head, his mouth closing around one nipple as he sucked hard.

"Ah," she gasped, unable to suppress her pleasure as he teased her sensitive flesh. He glanced up at me, his eyes dark with desire.

"You have no idea how much you please me." His hands trailed down her belly, maneuvering his hand between her thighs. He brushed his fingers against the damp fabric that teased her swollen folds. She whimpered, the need for him almost unbearable.

She was so wet for him, her arousal audible as he pushed her panties aside so he could stroke her pussy. He kissed her deeply as he explored her further, teasing and probing until she was breathless and desperate for more.

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