Page 57 of Till Death Do Us Part

His tongue continues its exploration, plunging inside me until I see white spots flicker in my vision. There’s a sharp pain on my thigh, and warm liquid trails down my leg, but all I can focus on is the sensations at my clit.

I tremble when he groans, the vibrations going straight to my clit until I’m writhing under the pressure. My orgasm builds, coiling inside me. My mouth opens on a gasp when he grazes my clit with his teeth before sucking the bud into his mouth.

The feeling at my thigh remains. The pain and pleasure merging until something snaps. My climax claims me, but he never stops. He continues to fuck me with his tongue, lapping at every inch of my pussy.

It’s almost too much, but just before a second orgasm can overtake me, he pulls back. His lips glisten with my arousal, which only causes my pussy to pulse. His tongue swipes over his lips, a groan slipping out of him as he tastes the remnants of my pleasure.

I don’t speak, I’m not sure I can.

“So fucking pretty,” he utters, his fingers running along my thigh. When he pulls them back, crimson liquid coats them, and while the sight should make me nervous and uncomfortable—I only moan when he sucks them into his mouth, tasting my blood.

Biting my lips, I look down at my thigh. There’s too much blood for me to see what he’s etched into my skin, but it’s deep enough that there is no doubt he got his wish of scarring me.

“Leonardo,” I start, my voice laced with lust as he stands. Before I can say anything more, his hand clamps around my neck harshly, his grip unrelenting as he cuts off my airway.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Princess,” he tells me, his eyes darkening as I struggle for breath. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take it, aren’t you? You’re going to let me slide into your pretty cunt, using your blood and cum as lube while I fuck you into oblivion against this tree. You’re going to cum on my dick and strangle me with your pussy while I claim every single piece of you, aren’t you?”

He loosens his hand for a moment, and I greedily suck air into my burning lungs.

“Answer me,” he demands, his free hand trailing up my thigh until he reaches the cuts in my skin. He gathers the running blood on two fingers, and with a smile on his lips, he plunges them into my pussy without warning. “I’m waiting.”

“Yesss,” I hiss through clenched teeth, already on the edge of orgasm while he sinks his fingers inside me, again and again. His thumb finds my clit, the calloused tip circling me. When my orgasm claims me, he pulls his fingers free. With one hand, he grips my cheeks, forcing me to open my mouth before sliding them past my lips and laying them on my tongue. The mixture of blood and my own juices is euphoric, and I lick at him, greedily cleaning his fingers so I can taste myself.

“Such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” He steps back, only long enough to peel his trousers down and kick them away. The wind continues to whip around us, the night turning even colder, but we’re too lost in each other to feel the bitterness on our skin. His hands run over my thighs, cupping the curve off my arse before he hauls me up to his chest.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I groan when he lines himself to my entrance, teasing me.

“Leo, please,” I beg, and he needs no further encouragement as he drives his hips forwards and thrusts inside of me. He leans forwards, his lips claiming mine in a vicious kiss. I moan into his mouth when he drives himself deeper, his hips slapping against mine.

“Touch yourself, Princess,” he tells me, moving his lips over my jaw and down my neck. He sucks on my pulse point before his teeth close around the skin. I snake my hand between us, my movements unsure when I press against my clit. “Do you feel that? Feel the way you pulse around me? You’re going to come all over me, aren’t you. Soak me in your juices and claim my dick as yours.”

Fuckkk.

He steals my breath as he continues to push me closer and closer to the edge. My vision blurring as my finger circles my clit. He groans against my neck, his thrusts becoming more frenzied when my movements quicken.

In seconds, my mouth opens on a scream as my pussy clenches around him, pulling him deeper, if even possible, as my orgasm racks my body.

My heart pounds against my chest and blood rushes to my ear as my climax continues. He moves quicker, his eyes darkening when he locks them on mine. My hands move to his head, my nails digging into his scalp as he draws my orgasm out, one rolling into two as he continues to own every inch of me.

“Shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, his dick pulsing inside of me before he spills his cum. A groan slips from his mouth, his teeth clamping on my neck hard as his orgasm takes over. He stays there for a long moment, his breaths coming in harsh pants. “You’re mine, Princess. There’s no going back now.”

I wake in an unfamiliar bed, again—though instead of feeling unsettled, all I feel is comfort. Nico kindly let Leonardo and I stay at his house last night, with muttered promises he would tell no one where we are.

He suggested it might be wise to sleep in separate rooms; Leonardo kindly reminded him he was a grown adult at thirty-four and could make his own decisions. I’ve given up on denying or trying to rationalise my feelings when it comes to him.

There is little point. I’m realising that whatever Leonardo wants, he gets. And he just so happens to want me. I only hope I can handle the fallout when he leaves me behind and it all crumbles around me.

Rolling over, I bite my lip to tame the moan that wants to spill out at the sight of him beside me. He lies on his back, one arm thrown across his bare chest and the other resting over his face. His dark hair is mussed from me running my fingers through it, and his chest rises slowly as he snores softly.

There is still little I know about him, and yet my heart twists when he mumbles in his sleep and reaches out for me. A satisfied smirk quirks at his lips when he finds my waist. Laughter spills out of me as he drags me over him until I’m plastered against his chest, and he hums happily.

“Good morning,” he whispers into my hair before pressing a kiss at the crown of my head. If I wasn’t already convinced this man will crush me into a thousand pieces when he’s finished with me, the crooked smile on his face and the way he leans over and claims my mouth in the gentlest of kisses does just that.

“Morning.” I giggle when he finally pulls away. His fingers run through my hair, tugging at the strands lightly while I trace over his inked skin. The pads of my fingers linger on his shoulder, a flush spreading on my cheeks when I take in the bruising and the mark left on his skin from my bullet. I didn’t think much of it last night—far too preoccupied with other things—but I’m glad to see that despite the blood that poured from the wound, it’s little more than a graze.

A graze that will scar, but considering the state of my thigh … I’m more than okay with knowing he’ll have a reminder of me on his skin,forever.

“What happens now?”

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