Page 63 of Love Bleeds Red
My hips rocked into his hand as he rubbed faster and harder and soon he matched my rhythm, grinding against my back. It was all so hot, so filthy, that I couldn’t think straight.
“That’s it,” he growled against my ear. “Let go for me.”
The pressure built and built until finally it snapped. My body went rigid in his arms as waves of pleasure crashed over me, my vision blurring as I watched myself fall apart in the mirror. I threw my head back against his chest and cried out his name, my whole body shaking as he dragged every pulse, every last aftershock out of me.
“So beautiful.” He pressed soft kisses along my neck as I came down from the high. “Absolutely perfect.”
I was breathless, boneless against his chest, but I needed more. Needed him. I turned in his arms, cupping his cheeks.
“Now,” I whispered, my voice still shaky. “I need you inside me.”
I wasn’t afraid. Nothing Leon could ever do to me would ever be bad or wrong. He’d never hurt me.
He lifted me gently, repositioning us so I was lying back against the pillows with him hovering over me.
“If it hurts, if you need me to stop?—”
“I trust you,” I said, and the moment those words slipped from my lips his expression turned hungry.
He reached over to his discarded jeans and pulled out a condom. “I came prepared,” he said with a soft smile. “I hoped... but I didn’t want to assume.”
“Thank God,” I said.
He laughed softly, tearing open the packet. I watched as he rolled it on, my breaths still coming in pants from a mix of my climax and anticipation.
He kissed me gently as he settled between my legs. He braced himself on his forearms, his face inches from mine. “Look at me. Stay with me.”
I nodded, bringing my hands to his shoulders as he positioned his cock at my entrance. He looked so focused, so determined to make this perfect for me, and it made my heart feel like it could burst.
The first gentle press made me gasp, and he stilled immediately.
“Okay?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
He pushed forward slowly, so carefully, his eyes never leaving mine. There was pressure, a stretching sensation that was intense but not painful. The piercings added a feeling I couldn’t even explain, but I guess I didn’t have anything to compare it to. I arched against him.
“Fuck, Bailey,” he groaned. “You feel incredible.”
When he was fully seated inside me, we both went still, breathing hard. I felt so full, so complete, like this was exactly what I was missing. Us, joined as one, as close as we could possibly be.
“How do you feel?” he asked, brushing my hair back from my face, his voice full of barely held restraint.
“Perfect,” I whispered. “Please…You feel so good.”
I could see his control slipping, and I wanted that. I wanted him as out of control for me as I was for him. I rolled my hips slightly, testing the sensation. It felt… Oh God, I felt so full.
“Bailey,” he warned, his voice all rough edges. “If you keep doing that?—”
“What?” I did it again, loving the way his jaw clenched. “This?”
A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. “You’re going to make me lose control.”
“Maybe I want you to,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing him deeper.
“Fuck, you better tell me if I need to?—”
I dug my nails into his back and rolled my hips again, making his words cut off in a groan. He pulled back slowly before thrusting in again, deeper this time. I gasped, biting his shoulder. “Yes, more.”
