Page 154 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Good, because it won’t get any easier,” he smirks arrogantly. “I’ll go get us some food; I need to say goodnight to Corrado, too… but then I’ll be back, alright? There’s something I need to talk to you about...”
Those words make my stomach sink, and almost as if he realises that, he reaches over and caresses my face.
“Don’t sweat it…I won’t pull away from you… not this time,” he says quietly, easing my mind with that one sentence.
“Good to know… whilst you’re at it… apologise to Corrado for hurting him, too, and bring plenty of food. I’m starving.”
“Guess I didn’t fill you up enough…” he smirks as he leans over, pressing his lips against mine. Sparks ripple through me, his lips brushing mine so slow yet… passionately…
My heart thunders at the intimate gesture, wishing it lasted longer, but he moves back, standing up and walking out. It is crazy how my simply pushing a little has achieved so much… okay, I have to give half the credit to the haze, too.
I relax back in the bath, wondering what he wants to talk about…
Today has been perfect, and I am sure, regardless of what he wants to talk about, it is going to be okay.
Something I Wasn’t Expecting
Azura
Istay in the bath for a while, and when I hear the door open, I know Leo has returned. I get out with my jelly legs and enter the shower. I wash as quickly as I can. The soak in the bath had helped, and I feel lighter.
Through the steamed glass, I see him enter the bathroom, placing something over the heater before he leaves.
I step out after a few minutes, grabbing a towel from the shelf and towelling my hair with it. I reach over, wiping the mist from the glass, and inspect my reflection. My skin is glowing, my lips look even plumper from all that kissing, and I have several marks littering my neck. I bite my lip as memories flash through my mind. I can’t stop smiling like a lovesick airhead. I feel good. He wants me. He’d countless times told Nikki to get the hell away from him.
Well, bitch, he’s mine now. Try messing with him again, and I will claw your eyes out and toss them into a blender.I smirk at my own thoughts.Down, girl.
I look around, realising he has left me some underwear, a pair of satin pyjama shorts, and cami on the heating rail. Have toadmit he is considerate.
After drying my body, I get dressed in the black set and enter the bedroom, trying my best not to walk as if I have tree trunks for legs. The bedding is changed, and the smell of sex is almost gone. He has placed the food bags on the bedside cabinet as he does something on his phone, a frown creasing his brows. He looks up when I enter and puts his phone away. His eyes rake over me. I don’t forget how I sat on his face letting him eat my pussy just hours ago. I still feel very conscious of his gaze.
“Come here,” he says, making my eyebrow shoot up.
“Why?” I ask suspiciously. He smirks slightly as he stands up and reaches over, taking hold of my wrist and pulling me closer.
“Cause I want to kiss you.”
I freeze when his lips meet mine, sending delicious tingles through me, my heart racing. Goddess, when did he get so damn flirty? I kiss him back, my core clenching once more. The ball piercing of his tongue flicks my tongue, and I am unable to stop the moan that escapes me. His arms are wrapped around my waist tightly, and he pulls me against him completely, one hand resting on my ass, the other cupping the side of my face and the back of my neck.
We kiss for a few sizzling moments, our bodies react to each other, and we are getting turned on again. He forces himself away, leaving me breathless. I know if he didn’t pull away, I have a feeling we would be going for another couple of rounds. My stomach rumbles, and I pout when he chuckles lightly.
“Let’s feed that monster,” he says mockingly.
“It’s not a monster. I’m the monster,” I insist, plopping onto the bed and grabbing the food bags.
“Yeah, I believe that.” I give him a narrow-eyed look as I open one of the bags.
“Never knew you could be so considerate,” I remark, seeing how they have everything from tissues to disposable cutlery.
“That is Winona’s doing,” he says, picking up the bottles of drinks and biting the metal caps off. Damn, that looked so hot. “Is there anything I do that doesn’t look hot to you?” He remarks arrogantly, making me curse and put my walls up. I really need to work on those.
“Ass. So is Corrado okay?” I ask, not wanting to fuel his ego even more when I had practically begged and complimented him when we made love.Just great, Azura. Way to boost a guy’s ego.He is still smirking arrogantly, and I am about to stab him with the fork when he speaks.
“He is fine since you said you are staying…” he says, his smirk vanishing.
“What’s wrong? Regretting this?” I ask, opening the pasta pot and taking a big forkful of the cheesy chicken pasta. Goddess, this tastes so damn good!
“No… I kinda always wanted him to have a mother figure, but it never really happened. He took such a fucking strong liking to you that it didn’t make shit easier.”
