Page 37 of Assassin's Heart
I didn’t know if the command was for me or her. I didn’t care. I only knew I needed to be skin to skin with her, needed to feel her body beneath my hands, wrapping tight around my cock. In seconds my shirt and sweats were on the floor; then I went to work on Leah’s.
Grasping the hem of her shirt, I yanked it over her head. When her fingers went to the front clasp of her bra, I jerked them away. “Mine.” It was all I could get out. Forget fucking sentences—one-word demands seemed to be all I was capable of. Thank fuck my body would move without actual thought. I twisted the clasp between two fingers and peeled back the cups to reveal the prettiest breasts I’d ever seen. Plump, round, with thick nipples that already reached for me, telling me what she hungered for. Abandoning the bra, I leaned over and sucked one tight tip into my mouth.
“Remi!”
Holy shit. She tasted so good, like midnight with a hint of salt and the sweetest cream. I sucked over and over, frantic for more, for her to feed me everything she had. Grasping her around the ribs, I rolled us until Leah straddled my stomach, her breasts right in my face, all I could see—all I wanted to see. Nothing mattered but this.
I scraped my teeth along her nipple, then moved to the other side. Leah was chanting my name, rolling her hips to get the friction she needed against my stomach. Her breasts were sensitive, I discovered, sending her right to the edge just as fast as feasting on them had me. They filled my hands as I cupped them, holding them close, moving from one to the other with lips and teeth and tongue attacking until Leah gave a frantic cry and orgasmed above me.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. So. Fucking. Beautiful.
She was still gasping for air when I rolled her to my side. “What—”
“I need to see you, all of you, Leah.” Every last inch. Her bra went first, then the jeans she’d fallen asleep in. Her panties were lace, surprising me. She was so practical, so fierce, that seeing the delicate fabric made me pause. Here was the tender heart of my warrior, the soft, vulnerable underbelly. I leaned down to kiss the faint marks along her belly from where she’d carried Brooke—the marks of a fighter—as I drew off the thin panties and exposed her fully to me for the first time.
The scent of her arousal filled my nose. “Fuck.” I moved lower, sucking in gulps of that scent, savoring the sign of her need.For me.“Fuck, Leah. You smell so fucking good.”
She squirmed. I didn’t know if it was need or embarrassment; it didn’t matter. Either way, I was getting between those legs. Leah didn’t protest as I crawled over her, as I made a place for myself in the vee of her body. My shoulders pushed at her inner thighs until they were split wide, allowing me in, exposing the most intimate parts of her body to my intent gaze.
This was Leah.MyLeah. My warrior.
I licked straight up her center, opening her shyly closed lips to me. Leah screamed, the sound muffled like she was covering her mouth, holding herself back. Hiding her need from me.
I couldn’t allow her to hide.
Grabbing both hands, I forced them down to her sides. A tug on her wrists pulled her even closer to me. “Let go, Leah. This is for you. Tonight is for you.” I dug my nose into the neatly trimmed curls atop her mound, rubbed her scent onto my skin like the animal I felt myself becoming. “No one can hear you. Let go.”
And then I feasted.
Cries filled my ears as I devoured every inch of her pussy. Labia, clit, the shadowed entrance to her body. I licked and sucked and tugged with my teeth. I blew warm air against her, watching her shiver, then speared her with my tongue and felt her walls contract around me. And all the while I stared up her body, past those perfect breasts to the unguarded face that showed me what she needed, what she hungered for. Leah, completely open. Completely mine.
I pushed deep, my nose nudging her clit. Cream coated my tongue as the pleasure took her over the edge.
I had to feel it. Pushing to my knees, I lined my cock up and thrust inside, straight to the hilt. I needed those contractions, needed to immerse myself in the pleasure I’d given her, feel her walls wrapping so tight around me as she lost herself.
Leah jerked against me. “Remi!”
My hands wrapped almost completely around her hips, big enough to hold her in place. “Relax.” The word came out more croak than anything, the need to thrust hammering at me. I wouldn’t give in, not yet. I needed this. “Just give it a minute.”
A strained chuckle left her lips. “Easier said than done when you’ve got a log shoved inside you.”
“This log waited as long as it could,” I told her, the words gravel-rough. “You feel so good, Leah. All tight and wet and...” A groan escaped me. I had to stop talking before I lost it completely. “Just breathe. For both of us.”
Her hands came up to rest on her lower belly, pressing lightly. Feeling me inside her. “So full,” she moaned.
My cock jerked hard, threatening to spill. I loved that she wasn’t inhibited, that everything she felt was right out there for me to see. I couldn’t get enough of staring down at her body, all that creamy skin, the hills and valleys, the open honesty of her beautiful eyes.
“Leah...God. You—”
I clamped my lips shut before things escaped that I couldn’t take back. Things like love and want and forever. Things I could never have, no matter how much they pounded in my brain, begging to be let out.
Leah circled her hips, and a new flood of arousal bathed my cock. “Remi, I need... I need it. Please.”
I eased back, continuing to hold her still. Glancing down, I could see the wetness on my body, see it dripping from hers. See the invasion as I pushed back inside.
We groaned together.
I pulled back again, breathing away the need to blow, to spurt inside her and bathe her with my come. I focused on my cock, on her lips clinging to me, begging me to stay, to come back, to—
