Page 41 of Brazilian Revenge

Chapter Twelve

An incredible woman.Oh how she wanted to believe it for a second. Her whole life she wanted to belong, and she finally found that feeling now, overseas, with a family that wasn’t hers by blood or contract. Well, not yet. Could she revisit the idea of succumbing to his request?

Flecks of dark gold shimmered around his hazel irises. He looked at her with intensity, and for a second she believed she was everything and more. She hated herself for wanting his approval but wasn’t strong enough to fight it. Not tonight.

Jacinta had died and she had mused over that tragedy for too long. If Clemonte in fact had lost his remaining marbles and wanted to hurt her or her baby, how could she protect the two of them when they were away? Leaving to the US with her daughter was no longer an option—not for the moment. If Clemonte outsmarted them, maybe she’d never be able to leave. She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat.

When he had vowed to protect them in front of his family that had meant something. Maybe this was like One Thousand and One Nights. He didn’t love her, yet, but would she be a fool for trying to show him they could be a perfect match one day? Was she a fool to believe it?

You’re a fool to want it.She scooted on the bed.

He cupped her head, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “I like you, Satyanna. Much more than I should.”

She parted her lips, and he claimed them with his. He explored her wetness, his tongue lapping at hers, only to nibble her lower lip, then resume intensifying the kiss. She opened her mouth wider and thrust her fingers into his hair. He sucked the corner of her mouth, and she leaned into him, her heart leaping from her chest.

Maybe it was leftover pregnancy hormones. Whatever it was, she had never wanted him as fiercely as she did now, and that was saying something. Her sex clenched with awareness, her clit swollen and her walls damp. He was bare-chested, which escalated her body temperature to about a thousand degrees. She glided her hands along his chest, her fingers hovering over his pectorals. He tensed up, muscles bunching together.

She splayed her hands on his pecs and pushed him away from her, and he fell back on the mattress. With a devious smile on her face, she dipped her head down and started a trail of kisses on his neck. She felt, rather than heard, his reaction, a delightful sigh. His nipples hardened. Licking them, she decided it was time to tease other parts of his body. He groaned. She nipped on his washboard abdomen, wanting to please him as much as she knew he’d please her.

“God, yes,” he said when her head ventured lower. She pulled his pants and underwear off, desire fogging her vision. There he was…completely and gorgeously naked for her.

His massive length sprung up as if it were part of the conversation. She licked her lips, anticipating what was about to happen.

He crossed his hands and placed them behind his head, his eyes intent on hers. A wave of feminine power surged through her. Against the bra her nipples puckered with need. Lowering herself again, she caught his throbbing cock in her mouth. The thick girth filled her, and she focused on getting half of it inside for now. Wow. Leonardo was exquisite in every way.

And delicious, she confirmed, after her tongue licked his velvety hardness. He growled, the deep, masculine sound reverberating through her. He put his hand in her hair, his fingers kneading her scalp and searing all her nerve endings. She took his entire length in her mouth, and the tip of his cock pressed hard against the back of her throat.

“You are fucking sexy,” he said, his voice coarse. “I love how you take all of me into your mouth. Like you’re hungry for me.”

That’s because I am.

She sucked his length, sliding it out of her mouth only to welcome it immediately after with all her warmth and eagerness. She squeezed his full, heavy balls and let out a moan. To know she was giving him pleasure turned her on. Her tongue slid along his pulsating cock; his underside veins vibrated with red-hot arousal.

“Guess what? I’m hungry for you, too. Starving.” He seized her wrists with his hand, withdrawing himself from her. She blinked in a haze of desire. He flipped her on the mattress so her back pressed against the soft bedspread and held her wrists above her head. “Are you okay? Does your wound hurt? Can we make love?”

Make love. For the second time his words brought an absurd amount of joy to her foolish heart. Blood thrummed in her veins, and she felt light-headed. There she was, in bed with the only man who made her drenched in her own essence, throwing the one word at her she had always dreamed of. The one word that didn’t depend on her alone. Love came from someone else. The one she had for herself was wonderful, but she wanted, needed, so much more, and had even looked in all the wrong places.

Staring at Leonardo, who flashed a devious grin at her, her insides melted. He was righteous, and fair, and inspired her to be the same. Damn it. “Yes, we can.”

If she were about to lose a limb she still wouldn’t turn him down. Instinctively, she motioned to touch her wound, but he fastened his grip on her. She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling like she had been exercising.

“If you touch me, I will come. Don’t tempt me.”

Why did he have to be bossy even in bed? Not that she minded one bit. A thrill of excitement surged through her, reenergizing her. “What if I want to?”

“Then you’ll break the rules…and will have to be punished.”

“Maybe I like to be punished.”

He winked. “I’m sure you will love what I have in mind.”

God. Just fuck me already.She pressed her legs together, clenching her thighs so her sex would find some temporary release. He must have read her mind, for he nudged them apart and bunched the long skirt at her waist.

He dipped his head down, and she watched him lower his head to her belly button. She leaned into him, hoping he’d plant kisses and licks on her already goose-bumped flesh. His sharp teeth grazed against her skin, and he dragged the underwear down. She gasped.

Her legs moved, and she squirmed. Her fingers curled into a ball. When he let go of her hands, it was like he knew she was enjoying it way too much to stop him. When her underwear was down at her knees, he kissed her calves. Wow. His tongue was warm and his lips demanding. Her clit throbbed in tandem with her heart, and she whimpered. How could she not? She had enough fire brewing in her to burn down an entire building.

“Come inside me,” she said.

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