Page 13 of Deception & Desire

He fills me inch my glorious inch, slowly and carefully. I begin to get impatient. That ache is already building up again, and I am desperate for some kind of friction.

Without warning, I buck my hips up to meet him.

“FUCK!” I scream as he’s suddenly driven so deep within me that I see stars.

His hands immediately clamp down on my waist, pulling me away. “Don’t do that.”

“What the FUCK!”

“We need to go slowly,” he insists as he pushes into me again with deliberate care.

This time, I’m more prepared, and with a new sense of clarity, I allow him to take back control. He’s carefully working me open, as he has been doing this whole time, I realize with a start.

My body instantly begins to relax as it warms to the sensation of his huge length inside me. I find myself whimpering every time he withdraws.

“Are you all right?” his concerned voice whispers in my ear.

“Just fucking fuck me.”

He needs no more encouragement than that, and I begin to moan again as that aching pressure builds within me once more at the friction of his increasingly hurried strokes.

Time seems to stop and start and stretch and then suddenly, his mouth catches one of my moans as he presses his lips down hard against my own.

The kiss causes pleasure to sing through me just as Leon picks up the pace once more, and I feel myself nearing the edge again.

This time, when I fall off, Leon comes with me.

He clings to me as he spills within me, hands digging into me hard enough to bruise, but I can’t bring myself to care. I want this feeling to last and last and last.

Sex doesn’t feel like this. It’s never felt like this.

And yet, as I sit in the aftermath of my ecstasy, I can’t help but be confronted with an absolute truth: sex with Leon was more incredible than anything else I had ever experienced in my life.

4

LEON

My eyes snap open the second I feel the bed jostle beneath me the next morning.

I find Mia halfway off the bed—clearly making an attempt at escape—and staring at me like a deer in headlights.

“Good morning,” I say pleasantly.

She returns the greeting under her breath as she stands and makes her way over to the closet.

In the morning light, it’s very hard not to stare at her naked form. The perfectly smooth, slightly bronzed skin of her back. The tight roundness of her ass that is already sporting purplish bruises from the night before.

My mind drifts back of its own accord. The way she’d sounded, the way she had moved against me, all of it had been unnervingly divine. The thought alone was already making me hard again.

I shake my head, reminding myself quite forcefully that casual sex was never part of this arrangement. Mia only agreed to this in order to fulfill her duties to the Guild…and to satisfy whomever threatened her father.

With no small effort, I glue my eyes to Mia’s face, vowing not to look any lower than her neck.

When she opens the closet doors, she seems genuinely surprised by the large selection of clothes within.

“Are you living here?” she asks as she helps herself to a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that will likely drown her.

“Temporarily,” I reply. “I’ve recently purchased a more…ah…family-appropriate property just off Central Park West.”

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