Chapter 31
Thirty-one
Later that night, when the world is asleep, I knock on Leo’s door. He answers almost immediately, as if he were expecting me.
“Been busy, have you?”
His cocky grin is his response. He’s so fucking infuriating. I can’t get enough. He loops his arm around my waist, pulling me to his body in one swoop. “I may have had a few days of self-care.”
“Sounds like time wasted that you could have spent with me.” Leo pushes my body against the wall, using his other hand to close the door. His kiss is greedy, leaving me breathless. I reluctantly break the contact. “I didn’t know you were also not showing up.”
“It’s a noble effort. One that I believe in.” He kisses me once more. “All this time alone has left me with some pent-up energy.”
“You poor thing,” I mock.
He runs his nose up the length of my neck and nips the shell of my ear. Every nerve ending is firing, and my entire body is tingling. He leans in close, whispering, “We should spar again.” Wait, what?
“That’s not where I thought this was going.”
Leo laughs heartily, the sound like music to my ears. I can’t help but smile at his genuine happiness.
“And why exactly are we sparring?”
“Because it’s an excellent skill to have? Because I’m fucking bored without the physical activity?”
Because who knows how long we can last in our refusal to take part before something happens. “Fine, but I’m not taking it easy on you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
We silently make our way to the training grounds.
Being here now feels peculiar, like I’m doing something wrong, and I try to shake the feeling.
The city is aglow in the backdrop, crystalline towers lit in pastels.
Meanwhile, on the fields, the moon is our only light.
Brightly lit tonight, Leo and I are bathed in silver as we circle each other.
“Make a move, Toro.”
I relax my posture but remain at the ready by clenching my hands, protecting my thumbs, and bouncing from foot to foot as I calculate my first strike. I lash out, jabbing at Leo’s side. He’s faster than I am and blocks while simultaneously tugging my braids. “Too slow.”
“You’re a fucking menace.” I go in for an uppercut, and he blocks.
He jabs, I block. We dance. The motion is fluid; there’s a certain beauty to our bodies mirroring each other, breathing synced, anticipating his thoughts.
I feel my trust expanding, my boundaries moving to make room for Leo. He won’t hurt me, not like this.
“You’ve improved.” Leo takes a step back as he compliments me, and I sweep his leg out from under him.
He dodges and lunges, rolling us as he grabs me, so I land on top of him.
My breathing hitches, our faces inches apart.
He leans forward to kiss me, and I knee him in the gut—gently, of course.
He groans, and I take the opportunity to recenter myself, standing.
“That was dirty. Good, you shouldn’t fight fair. ”
“You’re cocky for someone who just had his ass kicked.”
Leo’s eyebrow cocks, an unspoken acceptance of the challenge I posed.
He unleashes an onslaught of jabs, crosses, and feints.
His speed increases as I’m on the defense, unable to keep up.
He grabs my braid, firmer than his playful tugs and enough to make me hiss in pain.
His hands pulling my hair sends desire sparking straight to my core, distracting me. “You want it rough, baby?”
I snap out of my lust-induced haze, snapping my head back as Leo dodges just in time.
I retaliate, kicking towards his chest once, then towards his face twice.
Leo latches onto my leg, yanking it towards him.
Losing my balance, I crash into him and send us tumbling.
He cradles my body as we hit the ground before pinning me with his hips.
Dirt and dust linger in the air from the skirmish.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmurs, looking at me with such adoration that I feel my heart split open.
“The moment I saw you, something in my very essence drew me to you. I haven’t been able to look away since.
Your drive, your fucking sassy mouth, your spirit…
I didn’t stand a chance.” A feeling of rightness stirs deep in my soul.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
The kiss is slow and sweet, yet I pour every ounce of passion I’m feeling.
Leo breaks the kiss, burying his head in the crevice of my neck.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to need to take you, right here. ”
He comes up for air, looking into my eyes, and the world pauses. I forget what has transpired before this; I don’t worry about what’s coming—there is only now. “So take me.”
Leo’s pupils expand and darken. “Here? Are you sure?”
I’ve never been more certain. “Yes,” I finish my response with another kiss, this one faster, more needy.
Leo groans into the kiss. His voice is rough as he whispers in my ear, “Are you ready for me?”
He plays with the hem of my camisole. “Have you been aching for me like I have for you?” He leans back, sitting on his heels.
I kneel before him slowly, stripping off my shirt. “Come and find out.”
Chest exposed to him, Leo wastes no time pulling off my tights before exploring my body with his hands. “I take the monthly preventative medication.” Lunara also offers this to males who aren’t ready to impregnate their partners.
“Great. Now come here.” I help him take off his shirt before he shoves his pants down his body; both of us are quiet as we roam and learn each other’s bodies.
With a gentle push, I coax him to lean back and lie on the hard ground. His fingers dip into me, using the wetness gathered at my center and spreading it on my aching nub. “Fuck, Zellie.”
I take my rightful spot atop him, stroking his thick, proud length.
He lets out a husky moan, his fingers finding my nipples as he lightly pinches and caresses.
I line myself up, meeting his gaze before slowly lowering myself.
I gasp and pause, adjusting to the fullness as he stretches me. “Stars, Leo.”
“That’s it, baby. You can take it. Take all of me.
” I slide down to the hilt, the feeling overwhelming.
He immediately reaches for my entrance, finding my clit and working me as I find my rhythm.
I circle my hips, grinding down while letting myself get lost in the feeling of him, of us together.
Leo alternates between gentle rubs and harder flicks to my throbbing bud.
I lean forward, chest to chest. We both moan as the pressure in my core spreads throughout my limbs. “I’m going to—” my breathing catches as a tingling sensation shoots up through my body, my climax peaking.
“Fuck.” Leo grips my hips, hard enough to bruise, as he takes control, pounding into me relentlessly as I continue to clench around him. He’s frenzied, wild, and I fucking love it. He finds his release with a deep groan, the sound ingrained in my brain.
We’re dirty, slick with sweat, panting. But this moment is perfect—one I never want to forget. I can’t help but feel that everything has changed.