Page 64 of Light My Fire Three Times
Her hands frame my face, pulling me down until our lips brush. “Don’t stop, Leo. Please.”
Control? Gone.
I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. We both cry out, the sound messy and raw. She’s tight, hot, wet around me, and it’s everything I dreamed it would be and worse, because no fantasy ever came close to this.
“Fuck,” I groan, forehead pressed to hers as I hold still, fighting the urge to lose it in the first second. “You feel…wow, Olivia.”
Her nails rake down my back, her body arching to meet mine. “Move. Please, Leo. I need you to move.”
And help me, I do.
Slow at first, grinding deep, savoring every gasp and whimper that spills from her lips. Then harder, faster, my hips snapping against hers as she clings to me, moaning my name.
Every thrust is punishment and worship, weeks of tension detonating between us. She meets me stroke for stroke, wild, unrestrained. She’s been waiting just as long.
“Leo…” she gasps, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut.
I grip her thighs, pulling them wider, deeper, until I’m buried so far inside her I can’t tell where she ends, and I begin. Her cries grow higher, sharper, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me,” I rasp, my lips at her ear, my pace brutal and relentless. “Let go, Olivia. I want to feel you break around me.”
Her body seizes, back arching, nails clawing my shoulders as she shatters, crying out my name. She clenches tight, pulsing around me, dragging me over the edge with her.
With a guttural groan, I spill inside her, thrusting deep, emptying everything I’ve held back straight into her. My whole body trembles, every nerve ending lit up, wrecked and undone.
I collapse against her, both of us shaking, gasping, clinging to each other. The world might end if we let go.
And maybe it has.
Because nothing will ever be the same again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Olivia
DECEMBER 1ST
So…
I just had sex with Leo Griffin.
Like… actual, mind-melting, body-shaking, holy mother of Christmas sex with Leo Griffin.
And now? I’m lying here in his bed, my hair sticking out in seventeen different directions, my legs still trembling, and I can feel the exact moment the heat starts to fade and the reality creeps in.
What. Did. I. Just. Do?
Leo’s arm is draped heavily across my stomach, his chest rising and falling against me like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Meanwhile, my brain is lighting up with neon warning signs:Karl! The cousin thing! You are an absolute disaster of a human being!
I try to breathe. To relax. To not think about how I’m currently naked in the sheets of the man I swore I hated two weeks ago.
And then Leo makes it worse.
“Well… shit,” he says roughly.
I choke on a laugh. Not a normal laugh. No, this is a nervous, what is life laugh that sounds like it belongs in the blooper reel of a rom-com gone wrong.
“Yeah. That’s… accurate.”
