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“But not tonight.” It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Not give into the beast who’s craved Leonora Akatov for years.
Her eyes close when I find the right spot, her hips rocking. Fuck, Leonora is not only riding my hand, but she’s enjoying it. The sight of her trying to take her own satisfaction brings a spark of pride at her growing confidence. I torture her clit and nearly come again when she clenches around my fingers.
I could watch her come apart all day long but the best part is the little whimper when I remove my fingers from her.
This is what I do to her. Take her. Claim her. Make her mine.
She is mine.
And I’ll prove it to her.
I lift my fingers to her mouth, forcing her to clean her own arousal off me.
Her chest rises and falls, her muscles shaking. “Are you. . . are you going to fuck me with your cock one day?”
A chuckle escapes. I brush her hair back, pressing a kiss to her throat. “Yes, Leonora. I’m going to fuck you.”
“W-when?”
“When would you like?” She wasn’t planning to stay the night and I will be taking my time with her.
“Tomorrow.”
Pleasure swirls in my chest. I never denied the attraction between the two of us. It’s nice to see her finally do the same.
“You want me to fuck your pussy tomorrow?”
She nods.
“You think it’s ready for my cock?”
She bites back a smile.
“All right, Leonora.” I brush another strand of hair back and kiss her throat again. “As you wish.”
CHAPTER 17
Lennie
One day you’re too afraid to talk to boys, the next you’re planning to give up your virginity.
Elijah cleaned me up last night, not that I ever got my equilibrium back. He served me dinner, fed me dessert, and then walked me back to the train station. He kissed me goodbye, as in he ravaged my mouth again, and then I had the entire commute home to replay every moment of the interaction. I kept a book in front of my face, afraid Ivan would spot everything written on it.
There’s something about Elijah that makes me combust. He demands something and I’m desperate to fulfill it. His dirty talk turns me on and his piercing gaze makes my belly swoop. My pussy clenches just at the thought of him.
I all but begged him for his cock last night and I’m not ashamed.
Sex scares me. The few hookups in college turned me into a nervous, ruminating mess during, and after, the encounters.
With Elijah, I’m safe. I’m needy and desperate for more.
I want to experience everything with him and I don’t want to wait.
I’m tired of waiting. Of wondering. Of wishing it were me.
It’s time to take the opportunities that come my way.
Elijah isn’t shy in showing how much he likes me. Maybe this started as a game, but he feeds me and sends me sweet texts. And it turns out I love little neck kisses.
