Page 51 of Leo

He came and it was not easy or smooth. The depths of his feelings for her combined with the swell of intense passion had his control disintegrating. Ending the kiss, he buried his face against her neck, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her skin as he fought to control the madness racing through his body.

He unwittingly broke the skin and even when he tasted blood, he could not let go. Waves after waves of emotions swept him along with a ferocity that had his body shuddering. He poured himself into her, watering the mouth of her womb, his body weak and satiated, his heart shattering.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over their entangled forms. He marveled at the sight of her,illuminated by the silvery light, a vision of beauty and grace that left him breathless. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her eyes closed as she savored the lingering sensations of their intimacy.

This was the beginning of something profound, something that would shape the course of their lives in ways they could not yet fathom. He could see it in the way she looked at him, in the way her body responded to his touch, in the unspoken bond that had formed between them.

It took more than a few minutes to roll off her and even then, he could not function. Could not think and he could not look at her.

Stirring himself, he was about to get off the bed when she grabbed his arm.

“What’s wrong?”

He finally looked at her, wincing at the raised bruise on her flesh.

“I need to get something to put on the bite mark. I am sorry as hell.”

“Why?”

His eyes flared as he stared at her.

“Why? What do you mean? I hurt you.”

Lifting her hand, she traced the reddened marks on his chest where she had dug into his skin as the climax took over.

“Then I guess we both have our own brands to contend with. Don’t be an idiot. I love what we do in bed together. No one had ever marked me before.”

He gave her a wry look and felt his chest easing. “You are a weird one.”

She grinned, and he felt the tension easing all the way. He had felt foolish and utterly vulnerable at his inability to control his reaction. Something that had never happened to him before. But now she was turning it around and making fun of what had happened.

He lay back down beside her, their fingers still entwined and stared up at the ceiling. The intensity of their connection lingered, a tangible presence in the room. He could feel the warmth of her body next to his, the steady rhythm of her breath calming his own.

As they lay there, the silence between them became a comfortable blanket, wrapping them in its embrace. It was in these quiet moments that he felt the true depth of their bond, an understanding that transcended words. He turned his head to look at her, captivated by the serene expression on her face.

Turning his head to look at her, he felt the smile curving his lips at her disheveled hair and swollen lips. “Still feeling sick?”

She shook her head and moved closer, draping a thigh over his. “You have healed me completely. I told you that is what I needed.”

“You sure did.” He used a finger to trace the bruise. “I should put something on, before it gets infected.”

“Not yet.” She snuggled against him, fingers tangling with the hairs on his chest. “This feels good.”

“Hmm.” He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent.

“I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

She trailed a finger through the hairs.

“Sherrian?” He prompted.

“You were seeing someone.”

“I was, yes.”

“What happened?”

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