Page 102 of Deception & Desire

It’s magical the way she tries to hush her laughter on behalf of the sleeping infants, the way the corners of her eyes crease with happiness as she presses herself into my chest.

Forever. This could be my forever.

As we slow down, I lean into her, unable to stop myself. Breath grazing over her ear. “Come to bed with me.”

“Leon, I?—”

“I love you. So much.” My words fill the inches between us with something so precious. “You’ve done so well. You’ve looked after everyone. Please, let me look after you.”

Her throat bobs as I lean in to press my lips to hers.

It’s like a damn breaking.

It’s been so long. There’s never been enough time. Never been enough communication.

Now, we have all the time in the world.

It was only supposed to be chaste and convincing, but the kiss quickly becomes something else entirely. It’s raw and desperate, filled with the longing of so many missed opportunities, so much time wasted.

Her lips part for me beautifully, and I stop wasting time. I lick into her mouth, entirely starved of the taste, already hungry for so much more.

“Fuck me,” her voice wobbles, but the demand is absolute. “Leon, I need you so badly.”

It’s all the instruction I need. I take her in my arms, half dragging her along with me as she giggles behind me.

I have to stop on the stairs to kiss her again. She takes the step above mine so that I have to reach up to hold her there. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I lift her experimentally.

Yes, I can carry her. Thank fuck.

Her legs wrap around my waist, and I groan as she rubs herself against my straining cock. By the time we make it to the top of the stairs, all sense has evaporated from my mind.

I need her now. Right now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a mahogany console table. I don’t think twice. The vases smash to the floor as I clear the surface. I ignore the stinging cuts of the ceramic against my ankles as I rest a wild-looking Mia on top of it.

“Leon. Leon,” she groans as I pry her legs from my waist.

“Stay there. Good girl,” I say as I tear my shirt from her body, leaving her beautiful and exposed to me like a piece of art. “I’m going to fuck you in every single room in this house.”

To make my point abundantly clear, I unzip my pants and release myself in front of her.

Her pupils dilate as they always do when she takes in my size, reaching for me eagerly. But my fingers are already trailing down to her core, coating themselves in her wetness before stroking myself.

“Leon.” My name on her lips is like a prayer.

I stalk forward, grabbing her chin with my hand, making a show of turning her face left and right so that she understands fully that I’m the one in control.

“I’m going to make you feel so fucking good. But you’re going to have to trust me.”

Whatever sound of agreement she makes is cut off when I dip my now rock-hard cock into her wetness.

She throws her head back in ecstasy as I bury myself within her. Her tight core takes my entire length to the hilt. The feeling of being inside of her is electric, and for a moment, I can’t even feel the way her nails dig into my back.

“Move,” she gasps at me.

“Say please,” I tease, holding firm.

“I’m not going to beg.”

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