Chapter 28
LEO
The need to hold Sora, to feel her, to claim her, to know that she is safe and alive and entirely mine, consumes me as I kiss her. Since the moment I saw her vanish underwater, my protective instincts have been in overdrive, my need to ensure she’s okay overriding all my other basic instincts.
But when she says she wants me, nothing on God’s green Earth could stop me from obeying her.
Still, I’m terrified I’ll break her.
I’ve never worried about how fragile a life could be until today. It took almost losing Sora to realize how completely it would wreck me. Seeing her lying lifeless on that deck, hearing the empty sound of her still heart—it nearly broke me.
I never knew someone could hold such power over me.
But now, with Sora trapped beneath me, her hot breaths rushing across my bare skin, her warmth seeping into my chest, I know I’ll never be the same again.
Despite my father’s warnings to not get close to Sora, his insistence that she’s merely a tool to keep the Tanakas under our control, I have fallen in love with her completely. I tried to keep my distance because I knew my attraction to her could get me into trouble.
I convinced myself I could keep it physical, that I could treat her like any of the other women I’ve used for pleasure, but somewhere along the line, I fell for her, and the fear that gripped me when I saw her thrashing in the water today confirmed it.
This woman—this captivating, infuriating, willful woman—is my reason for existence.
I would sooner cut my own heart out than watch her die.
And now that I’m sure she’s alright, now that she’s pleading for the connection I crave desperately, I can’t wait to bury myself inside her.
Her fingers tug at the towel wrapped around my waist, pulling it free so she can toss it aside, and as she finds the strings to my swim trunks, I press hot kisses down the curve of her neck.
I open her robe, exposing the revealing black one-piece that was driving me wild all morning, and I strip it slowly down her body, exposing her inch by inch.
Sora’s nipples pucker, hardening to soft points as I free them from the still-damp swimsuit.
Taking a moment to worship them, I capture one between my lips, cupping her other breast in my palm and kneading the soft flesh.
Sora moans, her back arching into me, and my cock throbs with anticipation. It takes all my strength to release her perfect breasts so I can finish removing her suit. I rock back to admire her perfect, lithe body for a moment before I shove my swim trunks down over my hips.
My cock springs free, hard and already weeping to be inside her. My wife’s eyes travel hungrily down my body, her dark gaze hooded and lusty in a way that makes me certain she wants this as much as I do.
She sits up, her thighs spreading to give me a tantalizing view of her sex as she reaches for me, her dark locks tumbling over her shoulder. I lean in, capturing the back of her head with my hand as I bring our lips together.
She tastes salty sweet, and as her tongue strokes out to tangle with mine, my pulse pounds to claim every part of her. Slowly, I guide her back onto the bed, keeping our lips sealed in a searing kiss as I kneel between her thighs.
“So damn perfect,” I growl against her lips, one arm bracing against the bed as I let my other hand follow the curves of her body down to the peak of her thighs.
I stroke my fingers along her seam, and Sora whimpers. She’s slick with arousal already, her body eager to take me, and my cock throbs with anticipation, twitching against her soft skin.
“Tell me you want this,” I breathe, grasping the base of my rock-hard length and stroking the tip between her silky folds.
Sora groans, her hips rolling greedily as her hands fly up to wrap around the back of my neck. “I want your cock inside me,” she moans. “Please, Leo. Make me come.”
God, I love hearing filthy words leave those sweet pink lips of hers. Nothing sounds sexier than my innocent young bride begging me to fuck her. But tonight is more than that. I’m not just taking her. I’m not just chasing my pleasure—or even satisfying hers.
I want to bury myself inside her and feel the life pulsing through her veins. I want to discover just how alive she can be. I want her to know that not even heaven could be as good as staying down here on earth with me. And I want to ensure that she won’t dare leave me like that again.
Pressing inside her inch by delicious inch, I savor the way she ripples around me, her body urging me deeper into her depths.
Sora whimpers, her fingers pressing into my flesh as her back arches, her breasts brushing against my chest. “Oh, God, Leo!” she gasps, her hips rolling to take more of me inside her.
And as I sink into her to the hilt, tingling relief races up my spine. She’s sinfully hot and throbbing around me, her body coming to life as we become one.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, a shudder rippling through me as I grasp her hip, pinning her to the bed. I slowly rock inside her, feeling each pulsing twitch of her body as I grind against her clit.
Slick excitement drips from her hot entrance, coating her silky skin, and each movement creates a friction between us that electrifies the air.
Something about this moment with Sora is so raw and real, it steals my breath away. I can feel every light brush of our skin as she moves with me. I can taste her excitement in the air. She’s trembling again, but something in the way she clings to me says it’s with passion, desire—not fear.
“You’re mine, Sora,” I murmur against her skin as I trail kisses up the curve of her neck to the shell of her ear. “Mine to protect and defend and cherish. Mine to worship and consume. Mine to claim and keep for as long as I draw breath.”
I press inside her with each ownership I claim, reinforcing my conquest as I relish each panting breath that rushes past her lips.
“Yes!” she gasps, her voice needy and quivering with pleasure.
“Promise me,” I command. “Promise me you won’t ever scare me like that again.”
Sora’s eyes fly open, her gaze soft and dangerously perceptive as she digs deep to capture my very soul. “I promise,” she breathes, her voice so tender it shatters something hard inside me.
“God, I love you,” I growl, claiming her lips with a fiery kiss as I bury myself inside her to the hilt.
I’ve never known a feeling quite like this. Like the entire gravity of my world has shifted. Nothing else matters but the woman in my arms. Sora. The fallen angel who had the terrible misfortune of becoming my bride. But now that she’s mine, there’s no way I’ll ever let her go.
I’ve been fighting it for far too long, but I can’t deny this feeling now that I’ve said the words out loud.
I love her with a passion I didn’t know I possessed.
All my life, I’ve been running. Running from my name, my inheritance, my obligations and responsibilities.
I’ve run from deep, personal connections—even with my brothers—because I’m terrified of what it will cost me.
But I don’t want to run anymore.
Not from Sora.
Because I know that the cost of giving her up will be so much greater than what it will take to keep her. I would give it all up for her—my freedom, my rebellion, my desire to forge my own path in life. If that’s what would keep her safe, I would give up everything to be with her.
I can feel her tightening around me, her body giving in to the euphoria of our connection. Sora gasps against my lips, her jaw dropping as her head lifts off the bed, and her fingers curl in my hair, tugging at the roots as her muscles clench around me.
“Come for me, Cattiva,” I breathe, my forehead pressed to hers as I thrust inside her, driving her to release.
Sora cries out, her body twitching as she unravels beneath me. Her pussy ripples along my length, urging me to pour my seed inside her, and I grit my teeth as I fuck her through the pulsing orgasm, refusing to stop just yet.
“Good girl,” I rasp, slowing my motion as she collapses back onto the bed, her muscles relaxing as the aftershocks of her orgasm start to fade. “My good. Perfect. Princess,” I praise, punctuating the sentence with kisses that I trail down her neck.
She shivers deliciously around me, her walls clenching in response, and Sora’s breath hitches as she peers up at me with lust-clouded eyes.
“You love me?” she whispers, like she’s only just registered my confession and still isn’t sure she heard me right.
Releasing a soft hum, I lean in to brush my lips across hers. “I love you more than life itself,” I murmur, sliding my arm beneath her hips so I can press deeper inside her.
Sora’s eyebrows lift, her lips parting on a soft gasp, and her fingers press into the nape of my neck. “I love you too.”
I never thought words could sound so sweet, but coming from Sora, they turn me on ten times more than all the dirty things I’ve gotten her to say since our wedding night.
“Cazzo,” I groan, my cock throbbing inside her as I steal another molten kiss.