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His head lifted, his expression dark and desperate. ‘You okay?’ he asked, his voice strained.
She nodded, utterly overwhelmed with the enormity of her love for him.
‘I,’ he began. ‘Ella, I—’
Was he going to stop? Did he doubt how much she wanted this? She held him tighter.I love you. I love you. ‘I—’ She swallowed. ‘Please don’t stop.’
As his eyes held hers, everything else disappeared. Nothing else existed or mattered except the two of them together and the slow slide of his cock as it eased inside her. She held his gaze as she breathed through the tightness, feeling her inner muscles relax and stretch to accommodate his size.
She couldn’t speak, her throat too constricted with emotion. He pressed further in, the tendons in his neck taut, then let out a short, ragged cry as he filled her completely.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Leo was as deep in her body as he was in her soul. Possessing her, shaping her, binding her to him. No matter what might happen in the future, Ella knew in this lifetime she would never,couldnever stop loving every part of him with every part of her.
Their bodies began to move together as if obeying a will that went beyond conscious thought. A sensuous, sinuous undulating of their hips that sent pleasure radiating from Ella’s core to the edges of her skin and beyond.
She locked her gaze with Leo’s. Nothing had ever felt so raw. So real. So all-encompassing as this before. There was no comparison. He was her everything.
Ella breathed with him, her hips following the roll of his, moving with the swells of sensation as the storm built. His cock nudged deeper and a bolt of pleasure struck her pussy, pushing out a cry. He did it again. Then again. Driving the waves higher and splitting open the sky with lightning.
She was gasping to stay afloat, to keep her eyes open. The energy was pouring off him. Crackling from his skin into hers, whipping the tendrils of her climax together, whirling it tighter and tighter until it squeezed a last breath from her lungs.
The last thing she saw before her orgasm broke was his face. The tender anguish. The exaltation. The joy.
Then the release crashed through her with more power than she could contain. It barrelled through with unrelenting force, breaking her apart from the inside out. The sensations were full and deep, sparkling and sharp. They had the depth of the ocean, the energy of the sun, and the strength of the earth to move mountains. Wave upon wave of intense feeling, pushing on and on.
Leo’s hips snapped faster and her own pleasure swelled again as she felt him reaching the point of no return. She clutched him to her as his breathing disintegrated, his cock pounding deep inside her. Then he cried her name, his voice hoarse, his body jerking with his own release.
She held him as he shook above her, this strong and powerful man seemingly as wrecked as she was by what had just happened. As his breathing quietened, Leo nuzzled her neck, pressing kisses to her skin and whispering her name.
Swallowing the tears of emotion that filled her throat, Ella locked her arms tightly around him, never wanting to let go. Her world had been altered irrevocably, but questions immediately rose from the well of her self-doubt to prick the bubble of her happiness. How long would Leo be happy with this new state of affairs? And if he changed his mind, how could she live going back to being just friends?
19
Striding through Foxbrooke the next Saturday on the way to her stepmother’s house, Ella had a spring in her step. The sleety rain didn’t bother her, she wasn’t affected by lack of sleep over the past week, and the frantic rush to get everything done at school before the holidays wasn’t stressing her at all.
All because of Leo.
Who knew it was possible to feelthishappy? Her heart was buoyant, floating on a sea of contentment. She’d never smiled so much. Laughed so much. And as for the orgasms? They were made from rainbows and shooting stars, and delivered multiple times a day by a blond-haired god with devilish sex skills.
She knew it couldn’t last. Life had shown her that. Just when you thought you had everything set in place, the tablecloth would be pulled away, scattering and breaking everything. Sooner or later, reality would come knocking for Leo. Reminding him there were better options than a broken best friend with a family of entitled scroungers and bargain-basement gangsters.
But for now, Ella forced these doubts to the bottom of her mind. She would ride the Leo wave through Christmas, holding on for dear life until it broke, making sure she bottled every drop of happiness to be savoured when everything changed.
When Michellefinally opened her front door, Ella had a smile ready. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘Like you give a shit,’ her stepmother scowled. ‘Abandoning me last weekend and letting that pikey into my house.’
Don’t rise. Just don’t. ‘I’m sorry, but I had other commitments I couldn’t cancel. Dervla said you had a nice chat.’
Huffing, Michelle limped back into the house, and Ella followed her into the living room.
‘I need you to put something up,’ Michelle said, collapsing into an armchair with a sigh and pointing at a package on the floor with her foot.
‘What is it?’
‘It’s for your dad. Open it.’
