Page 275 of Legacy
That word in her mouth, soft, sultry, Spanish—makes my restraint snap. I fuck into her harder, faster, until the only sounds in the room are her moans, my breath, and the slap of skin against skin. Her body’s slick. My grip, unforgiving
I snake my hand up and around her throat.
She grins.
And then her eyes roll back.
Her pussy clamps down like she wants to take me with her into the abyss.
Fucking perfect.
I squeeze. Not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who owns every inch of her. Her breath stutters. Her legs tremble. Her moans catch in her throat like a prayer.
She loves this.
This is our rhythm. Our language. Our religion.
I let go. Her lungs drag in a gasp, loud and needy. Her fingers claw at my back, and I know she’s close. I want her to fall first.
“More,” she chokes out.
I pull out almost entirely, then slam back in. The wall shudders. So does she.
“Come for me,” I growl, my hand sliding between us now, rubbing her clit in firm, perfect circles.
She cries out.
“Let go,” I whisper, mouth to her ear. “Show me you’re mine.”
She unravels.
Body tight, pussy clenching, a scream ripping through her throat as she comes hard. The sight of her breaking apart for me, pushes me over. I groan, loud as I spill inside her, thrusting through the high until there’s nothing left but heat and breath and ownership.
I kiss her neck, then the edge of her jaw.
“Now,” I murmur, tracing the faint pink on her skin with the tip of my finger, “you’re ready to pass that exam.”
She laughs, still trembling. “I was ready before you fucked me into the wall.”
I shudder as I pull out of her, slide her panties back in place and ease her down. I tuck myself away and grin at the way she steadies herself.
“Maybe. But now anyone who sees you will know exactly who you belong to.”
She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. She pulls her skirt down, fixes her hair and buttons up her blouse composed, like she isn’t dripping my cum.
I walk her to the elevator.
She blows me a kiss as the doors close.
And just like that, the world feels emptier.
She takes the peace with her.
Off to conquer that exam, my Tesoro. My chest tightens.
Dio, that woman is my world.
I button my shirt slowly, still catching my breath when I pull out my phone and text Enzo.
