Chapter 4 The Night Belongs to Us #2
The tightness around my throat makes it hard to swallow, but I get past the lump and tell him in a rasped command, “Never tell me goodbye again.”
“As you wish…” another tear slips down his face, “…Sarah.”
My heart squeezes, breath hitching as I reach up to catch those falling tears. I move my hands towards the nape of his neck, gently pulling him down for a tender kiss. The last of the anger is drowned out by the feeling of him, striking through my core. Relief floods me as I kiss him fervently.
“I love you,” I gasp against his lips. “You’re not alone, baby. I love you.”
“I know, dear wife.”
We hold each other desperately, kissing feverishly as the past few days slam into us.
The need for more with every touch. Leo’s hands travel down the back of my corset, trailing over the lacing.
My own hands dip under his shirt to feel his bare chest. Our movements are slow as hands roam over our bodies.
I start to unbutton his shirt, going slow until I get to the last one.
Leo, while still kissing me, undoes his sleeves and peels off his shirt.
My hands press against the warmth of his skin, trailing over tattoos and muscles.
His chest rises heavily with each long breath as Leo presses his forehead against mine.
Our lips are barely touching, hot breaths mingling with the other.
“Check in,” I murmur.
Leo takes my left hand, putting it against his beating heart. “Emerald.”
My hands trail up towards his neck, gripping him as I go back to kissing him. Leo sighs against my mouth, hands roving over my corset.
“Turn around, sweetheart,” he says against my lips. I do as he asks. In a silent command, he moves me forward to be more within the light of the fire. “Why the corset?”
“Helps anxiety,” I answer, staring over at the flames.
I can just barely feel his fingers running down the lacing. His other hand strokes up over my shoulder, coming around to gently place the palm of his hand against the hollow of my neck.
A sigh leaves me as the familiar gesture tells me this is real. I’m home with Leo. I close my eyes as I begin to lean back into his embrace. Leo kisses behind my ear, my jaw, and along my neck. A resurgence of relief trickles over me with a longing that aches for him.
“Did you choose green for me?” He asks against my ear.
“Remind myself that I belong to you.”
Leo carefully tilts my head, using the hand against my throat for me to look over my shoulder. Hazel eyes meet mine, glimmering from the firelight.
“We belong to each other, dear Watson.”
A small smile is my response. He kisses my temple, loosening his hold on my throat as he steps back slightly.
His free hand roams down the back of the corset, and there’s a tug at the bottom.
Keeping one hand upon the hollow of my neck, he unlaces the corset I wear.
There’s only the sound of our breathing, the fireplace, and the swishing of the laces being pulled free.
Almost too slowly, the constriction around my torso is taken away.
My chest expands and I breathe deep. The corset falls unceremoniously to the floor as my body shudders, going back to its natural state and not tightly kept together.
My legs feel wobbly as I inhale long breaths.
Leo then starts to pull off my silk blouse, briefly taking his hand away from my throat before putting it back once the top is tossed aside. There’s a soft snicking sound, and he undoes my bra single-handedly, which falls next at my feet.
My breath hitches. A shiver runs over my skin now topless like he is.
Leo moves, pressing his chest to my back as he winds his arm around my torso then cups one of my breasts.
His face nuzzles against the crook of my shoulder, inhaling deep as he holds me.
I reach up, clutching the arm that’s around me.
“I was afraid I’d never see you again. Hold you in my arms again.” Leo’s voice is rough and hoarse.
I lean my head against his. “So was I.”
Leo lets go of my throat, placing his entire arm over the top of my chest. He holds me close, grasping me as I cling to his arms. Standing so close to the fire, sweat starts to form and I can feel it begin to trickle down my skin as we remain where we are. Almost too scared to move.
Finally, Leo starts to. His hands slide down the sides of my body, moving over my hips.
I let go of him as he reaches around, undoing my pants to pull them down along with my underwear.
I almost want to giggle at him on how he undresses me.
I feel him kneel behind me, having me step out and away from the fabric.
I hear them tossed aside, waiting for him to take his pants off next.
Instead, Leo gently starts to turn me to face him.
About halfway there, I freeze remembering the blood. The sobbing. The anger. The horror.
I clutch his hands that now gently grip my thighs, not at all the frantic strength he had before. He’s far more tender and practically delicate with me. Tears want to form as I stare into the fireplace with Leo still kneeling next to me.
“Stand up,” I rasp.
“Autumn.”
“Please.”
“Dear Watson. Look at me.” I close my eyes, hoping he’ll stand up. “Please.”
I open my eyes to the flames, unable to find refusal in my heart. Slowly, I turn the rest of the way to face Leo. His hands softly hold my hips with his head tilting back to gaze up at me. My throat tightens as I stare down at him. My hands almost shaking as I place them over his.
“Do not fear me in this position,” he whispers. My chin quivers as those hazel eyes, gentle and longing look up at me reverently. “Because it’s only for you, my dear wife.”
Shadows play upon the starkness of his tattoos.
Glistening tears, unshed lie within his eyes.
Leo leans forward, kissing the top of my thigh and then to my stomach.
My breath shudders as I place my hands on top of his head, clutching his hair.
He continues to kiss my skin, moving over to the other side.
The images of earlier start to vanish at his gentle touches.
He kisses above my hip dip, and a giggle suddenly comes out of me.
“There she is,” he murmurs against my skin. “La mia bellissima moglie.”
My fingers thread through his dark hair. “Mio marito.”
Leo looks up, giving me a faint smile. Finally, he stands, but swiftly picks me up in his arms. I almost giggle again as he walks over to the couch, sitting down with me straddling his lap.
My hands trail up his chest as his lips find mine.
We kiss, hands running over the other’s body and my hips begin to gyrate against his thighs.
The fabric brushes against my skin as I push my chest closer to his in need.
One of Leo’s hands travels below my belly button, fingers skimming over my sex.
My breath hitches as he continues to stroke with a singular finger.
“Check in,” he says against my lips.
“Green,” I rasp.
Leo brings his hand up, sucking on two of his fingers while keeping eye contact with me.
A shudder rolls over me as he moves his hand back down again, slowly inserting a finger inside me.
I grip his shoulders, bringing my head down into the crook of his neck.
He begins to work me gently, thrusting his hand below as his thumb begins to circle and play with my clit.
My legs start to tighten, but he opens his legs to keep mine apart.
I’m panting, feeling the heat of the fire at my back as he pushes two fingers into me.
Soft lips kiss my neck while his other hand strokes up and down my spine. I sigh with contentment, holding onto him for dear life. He opens his legs more, making mine spread before him as he twists his hand inside me. His palm comes against my sex, pressing forward as he hooks his fingers.
My hips move on their own, trying to ride his hand as I start to lean back.
My head tilts back, closing my eyes I cling to his shoulders for support.
Leo’s hand is placed at the center of my back, spreading his fingers as he leans in to start kissing the top of my breasts.
His tongue slides over my skin, down towards my nipple and sucks.
Entire body enflamed with pleasure; I jolt forward for his fingers to sink further into me.
They work below as he licks and nips at my breasts, moving from one to the other.
Nails digging into his shoulders, I grip him to keep from falling over, unable to keep my hips still.
My legs try to squeeze together as pleasure zaps up through my spine, rolling over my skin as my muscles shake.
All of a sudden, Leo stops. His hand pulls away and I snap open my eyes to watch him lick his fingers clean. My chest rises heavily, trying to catch my breath as I wait for him to go back to what he was doing. A ravenous look is in his gaze as his mouth quirks.
“Stand up, sweetheart.”
“Leo—”
“I want to be fully inside you when you come.”
I blink at him, then my hazy, pleasure filled brain finally gets on board. I move off him, and he stands quickly shucking off his pants and underwear.
“Lay your chest onto the table,” he instructs gently.
I get onto my knees next to him, setting my torso onto the stone coffee table that’s between the couch and fireplace.
The table is surprisingly warm as I wiggle a little on the textured surface.
Leo kneels behind me, carefully taking my hands and placing them above my head to grip its edge.
His hands run down my back, stopping at my hips.
“Check in,” he whispers, as his warm body hovers over mine.
“Green.”
“Good girl.”
A whimper comes out of me, filled with want and anticipation.
His hand trails around, stroking his fingers once more through my sex as he lifts my hips slightly.
Leo positions his cock at my entrance, and then slowly pushes inside.
I grip the table, arching my back as he pulls away and thrusts forward again.
He continues at the slow pace, inching his way into me as I push back against him.
Finally, his hips meet mine, filling me completely.
Sweat covers my body, droplets trickling to the table as I feel Leo’s sweat sheen body slides against my skin.
One of his hands is placed over mine, while the other massages his fingers into my hip and ass.
I stare into the crackling fire as Leo thrusts his cock into me at a slow pace.
He doesn’t go hard, doesn’t bang my hips against the edge of the table, instead he’s tender and precise.
Leo fucks me on our coffee table before the fireplace.
Shadows play upon the walls as I feel his sweat drip onto my back.
My body shakes as his cock strokes inside me, ecstasy racing towards me.
Kisses are placed at the base of my neck, trailing down my spine as I start to moan and grind against him every time he sinks back into me.
“Leo,” I plead, grasping at the stone surface beneath me, clutching the edge for dear life. Pleasure courses through me, desire tingling at the base of my spine. Muscles clench around him, whilst my fingers dig into the stone as his hand grips mine. “Leo.”
His tongue trails up my neck, kissing and nipping at my shoulder. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come with me.”
My body tenses as he thrusts, hips flush with mine.
The orgasm washes over me as Leo groans above me, everything going rigid as I vibrate with pleasure.
Delight fills me as I struggle to breathe against the stone, screaming silently as he grinds his hips forward.
My legs tremble, trying to remain where they are.
Leo moans alongside me, and then starts to lift me up with him still inside me to sit back against the couch.
Arms wrap around my torso as he leans me towards him.
My head lolls back onto his shoulder as I clutch his arms.
I breathe heavily, blinking. Through my haze of euphoric bliss, I glance down at the table and see the imprint of sweat from my naked body on the stone.
Holy shit.
“I love you,” Leo whispers against my ear. “I love you.”
I close my eyes, and respond, “I love you, Leo…through heaven and hell.”