64. Leona
LEONA
T he night before we were supposed to head to Philadelphia, I woke up in the big massive bed, eyes wide and chest heaving. Afterimages of dreams flitted behind my eyelids. I searched the room, looking for Obi, but he was nowhere to be found.
As carefully as possible, I climbed out of the bed, leaving a sleeping Wynn and Ciel cuddled up together.
Ryuji slept on the other side, and I had to physically hold a hand over my mouth to keep from gasping at the way his arm slung over Cas’s chest and Cas’s palm rested on it.
I’d not seen anything happen between them, but they were clearly getting closer.
My feet padded through the penthouse. I slipped inside Obi’s room as quietly as possible, but the man had to be superhuman. He rolled over in bed, piercing me with his dark stare.
“Leona?”
I crossed the room and climbed into his bed from the free side while he sat up. “Everything’s fine.”
“Nightmares again?” he asked as he reached for me. I settled under his arm, my face against his bare chest, while he clutched me tight against his body .
“No,” I responded. No nightmares tonight. It had been a few days since my last. They’d come back. I knew I’d carry the scars of what happened for a long time, but I also knew that I could face it, fall apart, and I had my men to help put me back together again.
Tonight were dreams of a different kind.
His finger hooked under my chin. “What brings you to my bed?”
“You weren’t in mine,” I answered. He’d only occasionally slept in the big bed in the living room. I knew it was because he was afraid his nightmares would wake everyone up. Mine had. But the guys were deep sleepers and usually went right back to sleep.
We’d slept in the same bed plenty of times by now, both finding solace in one another’s arms. It felt normal to be here, even as my pulse raced.
“Ah, well.” His thumb brushed across my chin, then dragged down my bottom lip. “You are most welcome here.”
My tongue darted to lick him. When his other arm tightened around me even harder, I took his full thumb into my mouth and sucked on it.
His chest rumbled with pleasure, or warning, or both. “Maybe I am dreaming.”
“Do you often have dreams about this?”
He leaned over me, one leg wedging between mine. “Dreams of fucking you? Dreams of making you come on my tongue? Dreams of feeling your pussy flutter around my cock until I’m drawn into the abyss beside you?”
I sucked in a breath as heat shot through my entire body. My core pulsed with need, just like it had when I woke up and found myself alarmingly empty after the dream I’d had where he’d done exactly that to me.
“Yes,” he answered, face hovering only a few inches from mine. “I dream of all those things and more. ”
“Obi,” I breathed, curling my fingers around the back of his neck. Our lips met with a groan. He wedged his leg even farther up so that his knee rubbed directly against my core.
“I can feel your heat already,” he murmured. His hands explored my body, brushing over nipples, trailing down my waist. I was already close to going crazy when his fingertips pulled at the elastic of my sleep shorts. “I want you.”
“Take me.”
He wasted no time in peeling my shorts off my legs.
I had imagined this countless times, and my brain could never quite decide whether he would take things fast or slow.
I pictured him ravishing me, claiming my body as his in moments, spending no more time apart.
I pictured him slow, taking his time while he drew orgasm and orgasm from my body with all the careful patience and planning I’d come to know and love about him.
He was the perfect combination of both.
His movements were confident, unhurried yet focused, as he took off my every layer of clothes until I lay on his bed completely bare.
He dragged his fingertip down my sternum, watching as my nipples pebbled and my legs clenched around his thighs.
His eyes mapped my body like he was committing it to memory, a man determined to play his moves just right until he achieved every one of his goals.
He didn’t look at me like a conquest. He looked at me like he possessed me already, like I belonged to him in every way, and he was completely right.
Give me your soul, and I shall give you mine .
He already owned me, just like I owned him.
His fingers teased at my entrance, and his nostrils flared.
“You knew exactly what you wished for when you climbed into my bed, didn’t you?” he asked, voice heady and dark, as his finger pushed inside me.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I wanted you. ”
I’d woken up from my dream soaking wet. He was the only way to get exactly what I wanted. What I needed .
He pushed another finger inside me, drawing them in and out, swallowing my moans with his mouth. My legs stretched wide to accommodate the size of his body. I grabbed at the expanse of his muscular chest and back while he pumped his fingers inside me and he sucked mark after mark on my neck.
When he withdrew, he didn’t give me a second to complain before his mouth covered my pussy.
His tongue flattened and dragged up my slit, then teased around my clit.
My eyes rolled back in my head while he ate me out as if he had all the time in the world to map my body, claim it, and mold it to his liking.
His tongue flicked around my clit while his fingers worked me.
I could barely keep the sounds locked inside my throat. Every move of his tongue, every pump of his fingers, spun me higher and higher. When I came, gasping his name over and over, he let out a pleased rumble against me, which sent shockwaves all the way to my fingertips.
“You taste as sweet as honey, ifunanya’m, ” he said.
What a magnificent sight to see a man so powerful looking up at me from between my legs.
I expected him to crawl up my body, but he lowered his head again.
His breath brushed over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and I shivered. “Come for me again. Let me feast.”
His hands wrapped around my thighs, holding me in place on his bed.
I wiggled, oversensitive already from my first orgasm, but he didn’t let up.
He went back to work, playing my body like a conductor with complete control over his orchestra.
He walked me up to the edge of that cliff and pushed me off without warning.
I dropped into ecstasy, shattering on his tongue.
“Obi,” I moaned, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back while I rode out the waves of my orgasm against his mouth. “Obi, please.”
He sat back. “Please what? ”
“Please let me have you.” He’d wanted me all to himself, and here I was, waiting for him.
“Beg. Beg for me.”
“I want your cock in me, Obi,” I whimpered. I’d beg for him anytime, all day long, if it meant finally giving into our desire for one another. He consumed me from the inside out. “Please give it to me. I’ve waited so long. Don’t make me wait anymore.”
“Spread yourself so I can look at you,” he said, voice heavy with lust. His accent coated his words.
I did as he asked, watching the feral look in his eyes as he stared at me, fully bare before him.
A pleased groan echoed from his chest. “You belong to me, nke’m .
All of you is mine. Your mouth, your beautiful pussy, your hands.
Your ideas, your plans, and even your nightmares. Give yourself to me, Leona Vero.”
“I am yours,” I whispered, feeling the calm filter through my limbs as he took control of me. I burned with aching desire, and not one ounce of anxiety or fear. “You are mine.”
“Yours.”
He shucked his sleep pants down his hips and off while he gripped his length. My eyes went wide at his thick size while my core pulsed with need. I was so ready to have all of him.
When he crawled up and over my body again, I reached for him and met his feverish kisses. He dragged the head of his cock through my slickness before I wrapped my legs around his thighs and tugged, begging him to finally give in.
He chuckled while pressing kisses up my jaw until he could whisper in my ear. “I’ll have to teach you to be patient.”
I almost sassed him back, but he lined himself up and pushed forward. My head threw back, flighty moans spilling from my lips, as his cock stretched me and filled me to the brim. Even with the orgasms he’d already given me, I still needed time to adjust.
“Oh, my God,” I groaned.
“You can take all of me,” he murmured as his hips rocked forward again. “That’s right. So beautiful. Such a good girl. ”
He covered my body with his, meeting my lips with lazy kisses.
His hips thrust against me, finally bottoming out as his body stretched my legs wider.
He fucked me slow . Each movement was controlled, perfectly planned to drive me absolutely crazy.
His cock was the sweetest torture as it drew out of me, then pulsed forward.
The friction rubbed directly on my clit. It was torturous and maddening.
“Obi,” I whimpered, my moans getting higher as the wave built throughout my entire body. “Obi, my king.”
He jerked forward with a heavy, powerful thrust. His hand knotted in my hair, and he pulled my head back so he could stare into my eyes.
“Say that again.”
“My king.”
His eyes fluttered closed, muttering Igbo beneath his breath, as his movement became more forceful and erratic than before. One of his hands grabbed my thigh and repositioned my leg to rest on his shoulder. The change in angle and depth had me seeing stars.
“You are everything I have imagined and more.”
“I like knowing—” I gasped, “—you’ve thought about this as much as I have.”
“Every day since the moment I decided to make you mine.”
I smiled. “I’m just another one of your plans, aren’t I?”
“You are the plan, Leona Vero.”
With a snap of his hips, he erased any response I might have had. I came on his cock, screaming his name, distantly aware that I had to be waking up the rest of the house, but I didn’t give a fuck. I could only think of how he filled me, driving me to insanity.
He didn’t stop. His fingers found my clit and began circling it. His eyes burned into mine. “Come for me again. I need to feel you quiver around me once more. I need to feel this sweet pussy pulling me in even deeper. ”
He didn’t give me any time to recover. He pulled out and repositioned us so he sat against the headboard and I straddled him.
He lowered me on top of his length while our foreheads pressed together and my hips rolled.
Despite the overstimulation, it only took another minute or two of his precise fingers and powerful thrusts before I was right there.
My eyes screwed shut, chasing the edge, while I moaned mindless sounds.
“Look at me,” he commanded. My eyes flew open. “Let me watch you. I want to see your face when I paint you with my cum.”
I came so hard I saw stars, irrevocably marked and changed by him. All I could think about was how I wanted to do the same to him.
“Come inside me,” I whispered, searching his eyes. “Mark me. Claim me.”
His nostrils flared as he thrust upward and came with a groan. He kissed me over and over, from my breasts all the way back up to my neck and finally to my mouth, whispering words I didn’t understand all over my skin. When he finally reached my lips, he brushed the sweaty hair from my forehead.
“My soul is yours.”
I cupped his cheeks, rubbing my fingers through his beard, and kissed him. After a few minutes of enjoying slow, heated kisses, we rolled to the side, and he slowly pulled out.
With a grunt, his fingers pushed back inside my entrance, and it only took a moment to realize what he was doing.
I grinned. “Are you really pushing your cum back inside me?”
“It will stay in you as long as possible,” he said simply. “From now on, my cum will never leave you. I will take you every single day.”
After he was satisfied, he left the bed to grab a warm washcloth and help me clean up my sweaty and spent body. Then he laid back down beside me, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and curled me against his chest .
“I am proud of you.”
I lifted my head slightly. “Why?”
“You’ve come so far, obi’m . Healing isn’t linear. Trauma doesn’t disappear. It’s part of you, but we’ll carry it beside you always.”
My lip quivered as I felt my heart warm. “How do you always know the right things to say?”
“I do not know.” He placed my palm over his heart. It beat steadily inside his chest. “I simply know that your heart matches the beat of mine. Your breath matches my breath. Your mind matches my mind.”
We lay like that, simply enjoying each other’s glow, for who knew how long.
When my eyes were drifting closed, he spread his palm over my belly. It was large and so very warm against my bare skin.
“One day, when you are ready, you will carry my children.”
I jolted, eyes going wide and head tilting back to look at him. “What?”
“You will be an excellent mother.”
I laughed. “Shouldn’t you be asking if I even want kids?”
He shrugged. “I don’t need to ask because I already know. You will be their mother. Sons, daughters, it does not matter to me.”
“And how would that even work with all of us?”
“We’ll make it work like we make everything else work.” His words were so confident, so matter-of-fact, they barely left room for arguing.
The idea of kids felt so far out of reach, it was almost impossible to think about. Even if I wanted them, so many hurdles stood between now and then. So many enemies. But…maybe one day.
My throat suddenly went tight. My guys would be such incredible dads.
“I wouldn’t have even thought you’d want kids,” I said softly.
He propped his head on his other palm with his elbow on the bed. “Why have I done everything I’ve done if not to keep my family safe? To make a better world for us? And for our children?”
My cheeks warmed. I imagined Obi as a father, strong and steady and safe. He would do anything and everything for our children. He would be the kind of father my children deserved. All of my men would be.
It wouldn’t take much convincing to get me on board with that idea.
I swallowed down the heaviness in my throat. “You really think I’ll make a good mom?”
He kissed me. “No question. No doubt.”
“One day, maybe . I’m not sold on the idea.” I sighed. His palm was warm on my stomach, and I covered it with my own. “Besides, we have to live through all this shit first.”
“One day,” he said, as if he had no doubts at all.