Scarlett’s POV
I could feel the heavy, pulsing heat of his cock pressing against my entrance, and God, I was already unraveling. Leo didn’t move; he just held there, pinned against the wet tile, our eyes locking in a gaze so intense it felt like it was stripping my soul bare.
What am I doing? The question flickered in the back of my mind, but it was drowned out by the roar of the water and the sheer, agonizing craving I had for him. I didn’t just want him; I craved him. I craved the way he made feel whole. I craved him, Liam, and Leonard... but the brothers were a world away, and only Leo was here.
This was my goodbye. After tonight, I would disappear back into the shadows for two years, and I needed this mory to keep with .
And it wasn’t like I was cheating on Liam and Leon. They weren’t my mates anymore.
I looked Leo in the eyes, my voice trembling but certain. "I want to know how it feels to be taken by you."
Leo froze. Shock flitted across his handso face, his pupils dilating until his eyes were almost entirely black. He never expected to say it. To be honest, I didn’t expect it either, but the words felt right.
"Scar... are you sure?" he rasped, his grip on my thighs tightening.
"Yes," I whispered, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "I want you. Do you want ?"
Tears blurred his vision as he choked out, "More than anything in this world."
He kissed then—a desperate, possessive thing—before hooking his arms under and carrying out of the steaming bathroom. The air in the bedroom was cooler, but the desire between us was sending my skin on fire. He laid back on the large bed, my wet skin soaking the sheets. He climbed over , hovering above like a beautiful, golden predator.
"I’ll go as easy as I can, love," he promised, his voice thick with emotion.
I nodded, though a feeling of guilt pierced my heart. This wasn’t how I had imagined our first ti. In my dreams, back when I was a girl who believed in fairy tales, it had always been all three of them. But that was a life that died three years ago. Now, I was lying here with a man who was married to soone else, a man with a new mate, and the wrongness of it fought with the rightness of his touch.
"What are you thinking?" Leo asked, his brow furrowing. "Having second thoughts?"
"No," I lied, pulling him down just to silence the voices in my head. I kissed him hard, losing myself in the taste of him.
Leo groaned, shifting his body down. He spread my legs wide, his eyes dark as he took in the sight of my swollen, dripping pussy. Without a word, he leaned down, the heat of his breath hitting my inner thighs just seconds before his tongue made contact.
I scread, my back arching off the mattress. He wasn’t being gentle now. He licked with a raw, hungry intensity, his tongue swirling around my clit before dipping deep inside to taste my release. It was thick, ssy, and loud. The sound of him eating out, the wet slaps of his tongue against my folds, filled the room.
"Leo... oh God, Leo!" I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer and push him away all at once.
He reached up, his hand finding my breast and pinching my nipple hard as he continued to devour . The dual sensation of the sharp pinch and the wet, rhythmic lapping of his tongue sent over the edge. I was shaking, my pussy pulsing and soaking the sheets.
He looked up at , his face slick with my wetness, looking like a man possessed. He slid two fingers inside , stretching wide, mimicking the thrust of his cock. I gasped, my internal muscles clenching around him as he fucked with his hand, his thumb never leaving my clit.
I was a ss of moans and sobs, my body on the verge of shattering. Finally, he withdrew his fingers and positioned himself between my legs. The tip of his cock, massive and hot, touched my opening.
"I’ll go slow, Scar," he whispered, his eyes full of a love that hurt to look at. "Just breathe for ."
I nodded and braced myself, my heart racing with nervousness and excitent. I felt the broad, blunt head of his cock press against , and I couldn’t help the small, sharp whimper that escaped my throat. I was so wet, but I was so, so small, especially for one as huge as Leo.
Leo didn’t just shove. He stayed true to his word, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss that tasted of salt and the water from the shower. He pushed forward just a little, and I felt my breath hitch as my body began to stretch to accommodate him.
"Breathe, Scarlett. Just breathe," he murmured against my lips.
I tried, but as he pushed deeper, the pressure beca a dull, stinging pain. I felt the mont he reached the barrier of my innocence. He stopped, his muscles corded and shaking with the effort of holding back his own primal need to claim . He looked at , his eyes searching mine for any sign to stop, but I only wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him in.
"Don’t stop," I choked out, a single tear sliding into my hair. "Go in."
With a low, guttural growl that sounded more like his wolf than the man, he gave one powerful, decisive thrust.
I cried out into his mouth, my eyes snapping shut as I felt him break through, burying himself deep within until our bodies were fused together with no space left between us. It was a raw, stinging fullness, but beneath the pain was a pleasure so intense it felt like I was being branded from the inside out.
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