Page 79 of Arranged with Twins
“No.” I shake my head firmly. “My parents’ greed nearly got me killed. Your caring is what saved me.”
He studies my face for a long second, and I see the exact moment his careful control begins to crack. “When I saw you in that chair, with his gun pressed to your head?—”
“I know. I was scared, of course...” I reach for his hands, intertwining our fingers. “Even when I was terrified, I knew you’d find me. You wouldn’t stop until you brought me home.”
“Home.” He repeats the word like he’s testing its weight. “Is that what this is?” He’s clearly not referencing the safehouse.
“Wherever you are is home,” I say with unrestrained honesty. “I love you, Leo. Not the arrangement, not the security you provide, and not the lifestyle. You.”
Something shifts in his expression as years of carefully maintained walls finally crumble. “I love you more than I thought I was capable of loving anyone.”
When he kisses me, it’s desperate at first, starting out urgent and consuming, as if he’s trying to convince himself I’m really here and really safe. I respond with equal hunger, fisting my hands in his shirt as I pull him closer.
The towel falls away as he lowers me onto the bed, trailing his mouth from my lips to my throat. “I thought I’d lost you,” hewhispers against my skin. “I thought I’d never get to touch you again.”
“I’m here.” I arch beneath him, craving the connection that proves we both survived. “I’m right here.”
He strips away his clothes with efficient movements, never breaking contact for more than a few seconds. When he covers my body with his, skin to skin, I feel some of the terror finally begin to fade.
Leo kisses me everywhere, moving from my throat to my shoulders, to the hollow between my breasts. His mouth is warm and careful, as if he’s memorizing the taste of my skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my collarbone. “So perfect.”
When he moves lower, trailing kisses down my ribs and across my belly, I thread my fingers through his hair. He takes his time, his tongue exploring with patient thoroughness until I’m trembling beneath him. “Leo, please—” I try to pull him back up, but he resists.
“Let me worship you.” His breath is hot against my inner thigh. “Let me show you how precious you are.”
He licks and kisses my skin, moving slowly inward. When he finally reaches my pussy, I cry out at the first touch of his tongue. He works me with skilled precision, alternating between swipes with the flat of his tongue and more precise attention with the tip, lightly tracing my clit until I’m writhing against the sheets.
He sucks on my clit lightly before breathing against my mound. The sharp contrast in sensations hurtles me toward the edge of an orgasm. I whimper in protest when he moves downward todart his tongue into my channel, leaving me frustrated. I arch demandingly, and he chuckles before moving back to focus on my clit again. The light rasp of his teeth around the swollen bud shatters me. I arch off the bed, crying his name as my pussy clenches around nothing while he softens his touch on my clit.
When the last of the aftershocks fade, Leo crawls back up my body, pressing soft kisses to my sensitized skin. When our mouths meet again, I taste my arousal on his tongue while I devour his mouth. We’re both breathless when we finally end the kiss.
“My turn,” I whisper, reaching between us to wrap my hand around his cock.
He groans at the contact, jerking his hips slightly as I stroke from base to tip. He’s hot and velvet-smooth in my palm, and his tip is already slick with arousal.
“Sienna—” He tries to catch my wrist, but I continue my exploration.
“I want to touch you.” I pump my fist slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure. “I want to drive you as crazy as you make me.”
I work him until he’s breathing hard, his control clearly hanging by a thread. When he finally captures my hand, his voice is strained. “I need to be inside you.”
“Then take me.” I pull him down for another kiss. “Make love to me.”
He turns me onto my side, curving his body behind mine. The position feels intimate and protective, with his chest pressedagainst my back as he lifts my leg and guides his cock to my entrance. The tip penetrates me, and I whimper with need.
He enters me slowly, and we both moan at the sensation. His cock fills me completely, stretching my channel in the most delicious way. This angle lets him go deep while keeping the pressure off my belly, though there’s little more than a slight rounding there at the moment.
He breathes against my neck before nipping me. “You feel perfect.” He sets a gentle rhythm, his movements measured and controlled. One hand splays across my stomach while the other finds my breast, kneading softly as he moves within me.
The pace is unhurried, feeling worshipful rather than frantic. Each thrust sends pleasure radiating through my pussy, building toward something larger and more profound than simple release. “I love you,” I whisper, reaching back to touch place my hand on his thigh to hold him closer still. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too. You’re my heart, my life… My everything.” He brushes his lips against my ear with each word. “You and our children are all that matter to me now.”
The emotion in his voice pushes me closer to the edge. My sheath starts to tighten around him, my inner muscles fluttering with another approaching climax. “Come with me,” I whisper, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Let go with me.”
His rhythm falters slightly as his own control begins to slip. “Sienna?—”
