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Leo fisted his cock, drawing his hand slowly up and down the rock-hard length as if it might settle his raging desire. ‘One last question,’ he gritted out.
She nodded, breathlessly.
‘Who do you want?’
‘You,’ she replied immediately, then dropped back to the bed, her legs spread and her fingers parting the lips of her sex wide for him. ‘You, Leo.’
His head spun, but his gaze didn’t leave hers. Settling between her thighs, he notched the fat head of his cock at her entrance, then pushed inside with one steady thrust.
The sight of her face, the ghosting of her breath across his skin as she gasped, nearly sent him over the edge. He’d never felt this desire with anyone else before. This depth of need. Ella was the oxygen keeping him alive. The life-force keeping his heart beating.
Fighting to stay detached, he braced himself, withdrawing an inch, then plunging inside her again.
‘Yes,’ she murmured.
He did it again. And again. Circling his hips as he thrust, massaging her clit over and over.
Her pelvis rocked up to meet his, a flush appearing in the middle of her chest, her nipples rock hard.
‘Leo, Leo, Leo,’ she whispered with each breath.
Every hair on his body lifted, tingling with pleasure as pride and power rushed across his skin. Every time she exhaled his name, he knew Oliver was being erased from her mind. And now it was Leo’s job to replace him in her heart.
Following her cues, he snapped his hips faster, every muscle inside him screaming for release.
Her breasts were mottled with colour that rose into her neck. ‘Leo, I…’
‘Touch yourself,’ he ground out, his control cracking. ‘Now.’
Her fingers fluttered to her nipples, and she tugged.
Every atom inside him split as Ella shuddered beneath him, her head thrown back, her back arching off the bed.
Surrendering with a roar, Leo dived into a boiling sea of pleasure, his cock pounding inside her, his balls emptying with sharp spasms of sensation that shot through his body and stole his breath. He drank in the sight of Ella till his vision went blank. Every sense now centred on the exquisite torture of her pussy clamping around his shaft, the release and relief beyond all comprehension.
Gathering her into his arms, he collapsed, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his heart beating hard and wild.
He felt her hands on his back. Stroking, soothing as he shuddered above her. He wanted to tell her how he felt. To yell it from the rooftops. But he clamped his lips shut.Give her space. Wait till after Christmas.
And until that time, he would make sure she was so satisfied, the name ‘Oliver’ never again crossed her mind.
21
‘Are you sure we haven’t gone a bit too far this year?’ Ella asked Leo as they stood outside the Horse and Hounds pub on Foxbrooke high street the next night.
He grinned. ‘Go big or go home?’
‘But what if we don’t win?’
‘Then we accept our defeat graciously.’
‘Really? We do?’
‘By screaming we were robbed and immediately demanding a rematch.’
A smile appeared. ‘Sounds like a plan.’
‘Yep. Knew you’d be on board. Now we just need to psych them out. You ready?’
