Chapter 18 Leonardo
Leonardo
She looks wrecked. Soft and sprawled on the grass, her clothes disheveled. Her skin is flushed, the parts I can see are bare and breathtaking. A leaf falls from a tree and flutters onto her belly. I watch it with something like hunger, wanting her all over again. She's breathing hard.
I am spent, sated. But I know that’s a fucking lie, that I will never have enough of this woman.
I zip my pants and drag her skirt down her thighs, then lift her into my arms. Her head tips back, but she is too much of a spitfire to be truly limp.
Her chest rises and falls against mine as I take her inside.
This place doesn’t fit her. Hard lines and empty surfaces.
My brothers like it that way, but Eleanor is too delicate for all the sharp edges.
Too warm and soft. She’s like a marshmallow on mars.
Priceless. Her eyes are closed, lips parted, breathing like she’s asleep.
But I can feel her there, simmering beneath her skin, defiant even when she lets me carry her.
She’s light as air, but I’ve never been more aware of someone in my fucking life.
I push open the door to our room, put her on the bed, and watch as she falls against the sheets.
Her skirt rides up her thighs. She's soft and boneless after her orgasm, but still my wild girl. I feel like I’ve won and lost a battle at the same time.
I unbutton the waist, drag the fabric of her skirt down her legs, slide her panties off too, and look at her splayed on the bed.
My bride. My fucking obsession. Her skin is golden, smooth.
I want to mark every inch of it as mine.
“Come to bed,” she murmurs sleepily.
I remember all the evenings I waited until she was asleep before slipping under the blankets beside her, all the mornings I sneaked out before she woke.
All to deny her the pleasure of snuggling into my chest, nuzzling my neck, feeling my arms around her.
It occurs to me what a fool I’ve been, punishing myself along with her.
At the thought of her father selling her off to please his business partners, fire curls around my heart. I shouldn’t be surprised since that’s exactly how I got her. But now I know she doesn’t need punishment, she needs to be adored. Revered like the fucking queen she is.
She rolls onto side, curling away from me, showing me her pretty round ass.
Tonight, I won’t wait. No more staying away from my own wife, leaving her alone and lonely in a cold bed. From now on, she gets as much of me as she can handle. She gets all of me.
I undress fast, getting rid of my pants and boxers like they’re on fire. She’s too beautiful for her own good.
I lie down next to her and pull the blankets over both of us.
My bare chest against her back. My cock hard and ready.
I should let her rest, but it’s impossible with her this close.
Her body is a drug, and I’ve never had the willpower to resist. I touch her hip, feel her ass against me, and fuck it—I’m sliding into her.
She moans. A ragged, breathless sound. She’s slick with cum and juices.
I press against her, wanting to bury myself so deep she’ll never be able to shake me loose.
Each movement brings me closer to the edge.
I’m trying to hold on. My hand roams over her skin, desperate to feel every part of her.
Her pussy grips my dick, tight and perfect.
She feels better than any woman has the right to.
I’m losing it, going fucking insane. I press my mouth to her neck, biting and sucking.
Her body is everything. She rocks back against me, moaning with each thrust. I feel wild and greedy.
She fits me like she’s made for it, taking all of me with each push.
The sounds she makes are straight from hell, and she’s pulling me down with her.
I let go of everything. I’m an animal, pounding into her, breathing her in.
She moves faster, arching her back. I grab her breast, a lifeline, my thumb on her nipple.
Hard and perfect. She cries out and I can feel her shattering against me, wet and wild, soaking me.
I spill inside her, shuddering, swearing, giving her all of me. She milks me, my cum spilling into her.
I collapse against her back. My breath comes hard.
But I want to stay just like this. Inside her, my body pressed against hers, my cock still pulsing.
Maybe I should never let her out of my sight.
Maybe I should keep her in bed with me forever.
She is my girl. My fucking world. I don’t know how to give her anything less.
I fall asleep inside her, semi-hard and still wanting more.