Page 81 of Fierce Secrets

Who'd kill for me without hesitation.

As his hands and lips wrote promises on my skin, I knew there was no going back. And I didn't want to.

In this dangerous world of shadows and violence, I'd found something real. Something true.

Even if it was with a monster. My monster.

The world outside, with its judgment and norms, faded into insignificance as we let our love shine on the stage of an abandoned theater, a relic of a bygone era. The grand piano, the heart of musical storytelling, now became the vessel for our own private narrative.

He undressed me with a fervor that matched my own, each piece of clothing discarded like a barrier no longer needed. My skin prickled in the cool air, goosebumps rising as he admired me, his gaze a caress in itself.

I reached for him, pulling him back to me, needing to feel his body against mine.

I didn't care that this was not a private place. The likelihood of anyone seeing us was not something I cared about right now. I just wanted him, needed him.

With a swift motion, he lifted me onto the piano, the polished surface cool against my heated skin. The keys trembled under us, their protest a rare music that only we could hear. He was between my legs, his hands roaming with an urgency that left me breathless.

Then his warm mouth found my most sensitive part, and I let out a low moan that seemed to wrap around us both in the vast space.

"That's right, Mer, I want you to come for me," he groaned against me, spreading my legs wider as he flicked his tongue over my clit.

I gasped as he began to suckle, his hands caressing my thighs before one slid down to my folds.

My hands tangled in his hair, clinging to him as he eased a finger inside my folds, a low moan escaping him.

The opulence of the theater, with its faded velvet and ornate carvings, seemed to come alive around us, a silent audience to our forbidden dance. Sunlight streamed in through the windows casting a magical warm light over the scene, turning it into something out of a dream.

I moaned and bucked as he worked his magic on me, my body burning and teetering on the edge within minutes. He didn't relent, his fingers stroking my g-spot as he sucked and moaned, his tongue gliding over my clit in a pattern that had my core tightening.

"Fuck, Leo!" I cried out, throwing my head back as I came undone, and he moaned loudly between my legs as they shook from the force.

"That's right, scream my name, baby." He moved to lean over me, my climax glistening on his lips as he smiled down at me, his eyes dilated and full of hunger. "I'm going to have you right here, my love. And every day after this. You're mine, Meredith."

He entered me with a desperation that spoke of years of longing, a connection so deep it defied explanation. All the emotions, the tension, the back and forth we'd gone through, it exploded in this moment.

The piano beneath us groaned, its voice mingling with our own as we moved together.

Each thrust was a defiance of the shadows that clung to the edges of our world, the darkness that threatened to drag us under. Where he was darkness, I was light, refusing to drown. His breath was hot against my ear, his words of love and devotion drowning out the echoes of our past.

"Meredith," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss beneath my earlobe. "You are my light, my everything. I fucking love you, always have, always will."

"And I love you." I arched into him, my body answering his with an urgency that was overwhelming. We were a tangle oflimbs, a fusion of souls, lost in a chaotic mess of sensation. The world outside could crumble, and we would still be here, etched into the very fabric of this forgotten place.

Our climax was a crescendo that resonated through the empty theater, our cries of bliss filling the air. The powerful release left us both shaken and spent. He held me close, our chests heaving as we sucked in ragged breaths, the piano's keys still vibrating beneath us.

In the aftermath, we lay entwined atop the instrument, a striking contrast between the beauty of our raw emotion and the decay of our surroundings. He pressed a kiss to my temple, a silent pledge that needed no words.

As our breaths slowed and the sunlight dipped from its peak in the sky, I realized that this moment would be etched in my memory forever—the day we claimed each other amidst the ruins of a place that had been my sanctuary, marking the beginnings of something new all around.

We were two souls amidst the darkness, finding solace in each other, writing our own story entwined despite the odds. We were burning to life, ready to create something new, and we were choosing love above all else.

No matter what was to come, I would always be his, and he would always be mine.

My monster, my savior, my love.

EPILOGUE

MEREDITH

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