Chapter 20
Ikiss his cheeks, his jaw, his neck.
“You saved him.” Pressing my lips to his skin where his neck and chin meet, I lick up his neck, earning a moan from him. “You killed for him.”
As I kiss him just below his ear, I can feel the ragged breath he takes at my touch. He nods and is about to smile when I sit up on his lap, lifting the short sleep dress over my head.
Bare skin fully on display, my honeyed center opened wide just for him.
The only thing I wear now is the emerald necklace he had created.
His smile falters as his insatiable eyes move rapidly all over me like he can’t decide where to look first.
I toss the fabric to the side, where it lands near Farren. He lets out a small growl and hops off the bed, heading into the library.
Leon’s hands go to my breasts when I lean down. He teases the nipples between his fingers and rubs his thumbs over them reverently.
“Come here and let me taste them.” He ever so slightly pulls at them for me to follow his request, but this is not about my pleasure; it is about his. I laugh and I slide myself back, sitting just above his knees, out of reach of his eager hands.
He rises on his elbows, watching me with lust-filled emerald eyes.
“Where are you go—” Desperately he watches my hands as I unlace the binding tying up his pants. I take my time with it, rubbing the front of his pants in between pulls.
He lifts his hips, seeking my touch, before he tries to sit up and bring me closer.
I stay out of his reach when the fabric has been undone, needing only for me to open the front to reveal what I want to taste.
Leaning down, I kiss the small trail of dark hair leading me to my carnal raving.
My kisses are light at first but slowly I press harder, my tongue swirling on his skin as I go lower at my leisurely pace, tracing down his glorious body.
His head dips back and a low moan leaves him, his breath fast and jagged.
“Izadella, I—”
Whatever he is about to say is cut short as I open his pants and his hard cock springs upward. My mouth waters at the sight.
I smile down at him. “Oh, yes, this will do nicely.”
I reach for the strawberry oil he left on my nightstand and pour a small amount into my hand. He watches me, breaths uneven, eyes wide with longing. After rubbing the oil on my hands, I slowly lick up one finger. He groans at the sight of what’s to come for him.
Taking his cock in my hand, I slowly pump up and down. His hips lift off the bed at the teasing strokes, urging me to go faster.
“Strawberries, you don’t have to.” It comes out quickly, like he feels the need to say it but no desire for me to pause.
“I know.” While one hand rises and falls, my other holds the base as I lean down.
His eyes are unblinking as I bring my lips down over the head of him, lapping at his hardness.
My palm presses down on his hips gently to try to prevent him from raising as I take him inside my mouth.
His thickness is impressive, and I move up and down, occasionally pausing to suck the top or lick from base to tip, voracious for his pleasure.
The sensation of him in my mouth, his enjoyment rolling through him, the power I hold over him in this moment—it all has me aching between my thighs.
Anytime he tries to speak, it comes out incoherent, a series of moans and curses. His rough hands tangle in my hair. He wraps my copper locks around his hand, guiding me up and down his dripping cock.
I love every sound he makes.
We make eye contact; his mouth opens slightly with his lips turned up in an expression of delightful awe.
With a pop, I take my mouth off him and smile up through my lashes as I drag my tongue up to trace his veins.
Keeping my eyes on him, I press my lips over his head and take him into my throat, deeper and deeper each time.
I squeeze and pump with my hand where it meets my lips.
His thigh muscles are straining under me as his hips try to increase the speed, desperate for more, and I give it to him.
Anything for him.
“Izadella, I’m so close. Please.” He begs over and over again. “Please.”
Who am I to deny this selfless man the completion he seeks? Pumping and sucking over his tender skin, I offer him up what he desires. His hands tighten around my hair, pulling it. The tension shoots a bolt of lust straight to my dripping center.
I moan at the touch, dragging one hand down his chest, my nails trailing pink marks of desire.
The vibrations send him over the edge, proof of his pleasure hot in my mouth, and I drink it greedily, sucking and savoring the salty taste of him mixed with the sweetness of the strawberry oil that still coats my hands. All the while, I gently pump to ensure I’ve taken every drop.
I pepper soft kisses to his sensitive tip, sucking the head in one last time as he jerks his hips. An expression of ecstasy is etched on his features.
His breath is ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes darken as I sit up higher on his thighs, his cock resting on my curls, sliding my own wetness over him. I take my hands and rub the oil over my breast, teasing them for his visual gratification.
Leon’s eyes darken and it sends a thrill up my spine. His devouring stare tells me he is ravenous for me.
He quickly sits up so he can lick each nipple clean, moaning into my skin, and his hands squeeze my backside as he does ’til I break us apart.
I slide off a panting Leon, his eyes on me as he watches with a half-smile.
“You need a bath. You have blood on your arms.” I gather some soft robes for us. “Let’s go, healer.”
“I did try to rinse it off before I got in bed with you.”
“Oh, how romantic.” I bat my lashes at him.
“Anything for you, Strawberries.”