Her back arches, thighs trembling as she bucks into my face, pulling my hair and panting as her climax hits her in waves. When she finally goes boneless against the mattress, I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before rising. My chin is wet, my hair completely destroyed, and I’ve never been harder in my life.
Emma looks completely undone. Her hair is a mess, her skin is pink, and she’s looking at me with something in her eyes that makes my heart stutter.
“Get over here,” she orders, her voice hoarse, and she pulls at my shoulders until I’m climbing back up her body.
I settle between her thighs and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Emma moans into my mouth before she pulls away and moves her hand so it’s wrapping around my cock. My vision goes white for a second and I delight in the feral little sound that comes out of her.
“Is this what you were thinking about?” Emma strokes me slowly, watching my face. “For the last three days?”
“Yes—fuck—yes.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” Emma admits. “Do you know I got myself off in the shower the first time we nearly kissed?”
The image nearly undoes me and I curse at the fact that I was respectful enough to not put cameras in a bathroom. I grab her wrist, pulling her hand away before I embarrass myself. “You’re going to kill me.”
I line myself up and push inside her slowly, so slowly, watching her face the whole time. Her eyes are locked on mine and I can see every emotion on her face. It’s intoxicating.
“Oh god—” she breathes, head falling back. “Leo?—”
She clenches around me and I swear viciously.
“If you do that again,” I warn through gritted teeth, “this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
When she rolls her hips, we both groan into each other’s mouths. The slight movement sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I pull almost all the way out before sliding back in with deep, slow strokes that make us both groan. This is nothing like the frantic coupling in my office. This is intimate and intense and I can feel every inch of her, every flutter of her muscles around me.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, my voice rough. “So perfect.”
“Harder,” Emma gasps, and she’s rocking her hips to meet my thrusts. “Harder—I need?—”
“No,” I say, and I kiss her to soften the denial. “Slow. I want to feel all of you.”
I keep the pace slow and deep, building the pleasure gradually instead of racing toward it. Emma’s making these continuous soft sounds that are driving me crazy, her nails digging into my shoulders, her legs tight around my waist. She’s hot and slick and the sounds filling the room are obscene—skin on skin, her breathy moans, my ragged breathing, the mattress squeaking.
“Look at me,” I tell her, because I need to see her eyes. “Emma, look at me.”
Her eyes open, green and bright and so full of emotion that it makes a lump settle in my throat. We hold eye contact as I move inside her, and I realize this just isn’t sex anymore. Thisis something more, something bigger, something that I’ve never felt before.
“I see you,” Emma whispers, her hands still cupping my face. “Leo, I seeyou.”
The words hit me harder than they should. She sees me. Not the monster who kidnapped her. Not the mob boss. Not the man consumed by revenge. She sees the broken man beneath all of that, and somehow she’s still here, wanting me, and looking at me like I’m something worth seeing.
“I,” I start to say but break off. I don’t know what else to say or express what’s happening with me.
She shushes me and pulls me down for a kiss.
I speed up my thrusts, still deep but faster now, chasing the pleasure building between us. Emma breaks the kiss to moan, her head falling back, giving me access to her throat. I kiss down the column of it, teeth scraping the soft skin while I snap my hips against hers.
“Fuck—Leo—so deep?—”
“That’s it. Take all of me.” I can feel sweat beading on my skin and can feel her clenching around him with every thrust. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Perfect—you feel perfect—” Her words dissolve into incoherent whimpers as I somehow increase my pace.
“Touch yourself,” I tell her, my voice rough. “I want to feel you come.”
Emma’s hand slides between us, her fingers finding her clit, and the sensation of her hand against my stomach combined with the way she tightens around me is almost too much.
“That’s it,” I encourage, watching her face. “Emma, you’re so beautiful like this. Taking me so well, getting so close?—”