14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Emma
I’m outside in Leo’s back garden when he comes out, looking angry. The sight of him storming towards me makes my heart skip a beat.
“Leo?” I ask but he doesn’t give me a reply.
Instead, he grabs my face and pulls me in for a passionate kiss.
My mind wanders back to our last conversation.
How I told him I wanted my own freedom. That is true but whenever Leo kisses me like this, I forget all about that and want to sink deeper into him.
The reality is: I feel safe with Leo now that I’m no longer his prisoner. I don’t want to leave him. I just want to find my own independence.
He kisses me harder before pulling back. “You are mine, Emma. My wife. Don’t forget that.”
“What are you saying?”
“Gabriel wants to marry you off to another man. Matteo Marani. He’s an associate of your father. Matteo won’t go to war with us if you marry him.”
I frown. “But I’m already married to you.”
“That’s what I said to Gabriel but he wasn’t listening.”
“What about what I want?”
Leo blows out a rough breath. “He doesn’t care, Emma. Only I can protect you. I will fight to keep you with me. I am not letting you go.”
“I don’t want to be married to another man. Not when we’re already married.”
Leo pulls me in for another kiss. I can’t help but sink into his arms, kissing him back with everything I have inside of myself.
“You are mine,” he says against my lips. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours. And you’re mine too.”
His lips quirk. “Are you getting possessive yourself?”
“Yes. It’s only fair. If I’m yours, then you’re mine too.”
“Deal. I’m yours, Emma. I will fight for you. I promise.” His eyes darken as they rake down my body. “I am to make you mine. Fully. Let me.”
My heart skips another beat. I know exactly what Leo is asking of me. To give him my last shred of innocence.
The pleasure he has shown me has lit me on fire in a ways I never thought possible. I want to feel it again. I want to know what it’s like to be fully consumed by another person. I want to live.
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes.”
He groans as he kisses me again. I gasp when he picks me up into his arms and carries me inside to the master bedroom. His bedroom, I realize. The final act between a husband and a wife.
Leo sets me on the bed and kisses down my neck, pushing the straps of my dress down. It pools around my waist. “God, I love your breasts. I love that you don’t wear a bra.” He kisses each of my nipples.
I cry out, arching into him. “I don’t need to wear one.”
“Never wear one. I love having easy access to your body.” He licks over my nipples, cupping my breasts. I grab the back of his hair. I need something to hold on to. Something to steady myself with.
Leo gently pushes me onto my back and pulls my dress the rest of the way off me. His hands settle on the waistband of my panties. “You have a hold on me, Emma. I don’t know why but you do.” The desperation in his voice sends a flare of arousal through me.
“You do too,” I admit. “I don’t want to leave you.”
“Then don’t.” He kisses each of my hip bones, making me shiver.
His teeth grip the edge of my panties and pulls them down.
I press my legs together to help with the arousal but Leo spreads my legs wide, not letting me hide at all.
I don’t want to be a shy, innocent girl in this moment.
I want to be the woman I’ve always dreamed of becoming. The woman my mother never let me be.
With my pussy no longer covered by hair, I feel Leo’s lips on my skin that much more intensely. He presses a kiss to each of my inner thighs before planting his lips right on my nub. It’s already swollen. Already needy for him.
I cry out as he runs his tongue along my slit. My hips buck into his face and I grab the back of his hair. I need this. I think I might die without it.
“You’re my good girl,” he says against my pussy. “I never should have thought you were the enemy. I always knew you were innocent. Deep down. I knew it. And now you’re mine.”
His eyes lock with mine as he licks over my nub. I can’t stop panting. Never have I felt this wild in my entire life.
Leo licks me again and again and again until I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm hits me before I can even register it. I shake and shiver as he kisses up my body, planting a kiss to each of my breasts before his lips find mine.
“Taste yourself,” he says. His kiss is deep and passionate. Soul aching. “Honey. You taste like honey.”
“Leo,” I gasp out.
He stands up and strips his clothes off. It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten to see Leo fully naked. His strong muscular chest. The fine dusting of hair along his skin. His large cock on display. My body tingles, knowing he’s going to put that inside of me.
Leo kneels on the bed and opens my legs wider. “I am going to make you mine, baby. I know you can take it all. Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.” I pause. “Maybe a little but I know you won’t hurt me now. Not after how you saved my life.”
He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “This might hurt. But it will feel good. Trust me.”
He lines his length up to my entrance and grabs my thighs before thrusting forward. I cry out when his entire cock enters me in one motion. It does hurt but there’s also a deep, achy pleasure that feels good. So good I might cry from it.
Leo grips my thighs tighter, pulling them around his hips. Then he begins to move. Each thrust of his hips forward makes me cry out. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure and I love every second of it.
He grunts. Seeing the passion in his eyes lights me on fire. Knowing I have some hold over him makes me more happy than anything else ever has. That this powerful man wants me…
“Feel my cock inside of you,” he groans, thrusting into me. Each one is steady and impactful. Not rushed. Not frantic. He rolls his hips around, letting me feel every inch of his length along every inch of my inner walls.
“Leo,” I cry out. My hands find his chest. His large, muscular chest that is so masculine.
“Tell me you like this.” He grinds his hips down, entering me further.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I like it. But it hurts, Leo. It hurts.”
“I know, baby. But it won’t hurt forever. It will feel good.” He leans over me so our chests press together. “Feel the way we’re perfect together. No one will take you from me. No one.”
“Oh!”
He thrusts into me harder. I choke on my next gasp. The pain of it all is going to kill me while the pleasure keeps me alive. I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything. I just didn’t know it yet.
It’s not just the physical connection. It’s the emotional one. It’s everything.
Leo has hurt me but he has also fought for me. Despite our strange relationship, I do care for him. I don’t want to marry another man. I want to remain married to Leo.
“Come for me, baby,” he groans. “I know you can do it.”
His words are the command I need. I grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine, taking some control. I need this. To be in power.
Each thrust is intense. Each kiss makes me feel like I might suffocate. Each moan is my way of telling Leo that I need this as much as he does.
“Come for me,” he repeats, sounding more frantic. “Come on, Emma. Come for me, baby.”
I need his words to send me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, making me shudder in his arms. Leo thrusts into me a few more times before he groans, finding his own release.
I hold him close, stroking his back, as he shudders. Never have I seen Leo look so vulnerable before.
He pulls out of me. It’s then that I see the blood on his cock. “I took you harder than I meant to,” he says with a sheepish grin.
“It’s ok. I needed it.” That thought sends another flare of arousal through me and I press my legs together.
“Do you need another release? Does your pussy need to be touched?”
“Yes,” I admit, not fully understanding why I need this as badly as I do.
Leo lays onto his back and grabs my waist, pulling me astride him. “Then lower yourself onto my cock. Ride me, baby.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You wanted more independence. Show me that you can fuck me.”
I blush at his words but Leo is right. If I want to be a woman, I need to take charge.
I grab his semi-hard cock and line it up to my entrance. Then I lower myself onto him. My moan is loud in the large room.
Leo groans, his eyes rolling back for a moment. He grabs my hips and begins rocking me back and forth on him. I can feel his cock growing harder inside of me.
“Leo,” I gasp, steadying my hands on his chest. “This is too much.”
“I know you can handle it. Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s not too much. Ride me, baby. Show me how you like it.”
“It’s all new for me,” I cry out.
“But your body knows what to do.”
I realize that Leo is right. My body instinctually knows to move on top of his length. Every rock of my hips forward brings another surge of pleasure through me.
The pain of my body is replaced with pleasure. I push my soreness from my mind. All I want right now is to be fully consumed by Leo.
“Leo,” I moan softly.
“Fuck, I love the way you say my name like that.” He pulls me harder down onto his cock. My gasp gets caught in my throat. “Say it again.”
“Leo.”
“Emma, you are going to be the death of me. I fucking swear.” He sits up, bringing us chest to chest, and grips the underside of my butt, pulling me harder against him. “Move, baby. Let yourself go.”
I grip his strong shoulders and let my body’s instinct take over. All I need to focus on right now is the pleasure Leo is showing my body.
Every thrust of my hips brings our chests closer together. My nipples brush against his. Our lips find each other’s in an intense, sloppy kiss. I think I might die from the pleasure Leo is showing me. I never knew two people could become one like this.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Ride me. Let me take your last bit of innocence. Let me have all of you.”
“Yes,” I moan, dropping my head back. He presses hot kisses along my neck.