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I’m on her as soon as I turn back. She giggles as I push her against the wall in the entrance foyer itself.

“What are you doing?” she gasps out as I dip my head to the curve of her neck and nip the skin there.

“Hungry,” I mutter.

I’ve been wanting her ever since I woke up in that hospital and found her there next to me. A stolen kiss here and there hasn’t been enough—it will never be enough. I want her, and I’m going to have her.

My mouth trails along her throat to her chin then reach her lips, where I sip and take and plunder. My tongue is in her mouth, and she’s responding to my passion, her hands in my hair, her body pressing into mine, her glorious breasts pushing into my torso. My hands are going to them, my palms closing on their heavy weight, kneading and caressing, my thumbs flicking the tight nipples begging for my mouth to come lick them. God, she feels so good!

However, I have another nub in mind, and I tear my mouth from her lips and kiss my way down her body until my lips are on the apex of her thighs over her dress and panty.

“Leo,” she chides. “The doctor said you have to take it easy.”

I glance up at her. “No, he said not too much standing. Look, I’m on my knees,” I say, shrugging.

Without breaking eye contact with her, I run my hands up the inside her calves, her knees, then her thighs, pushing the skirt of her dress up as I go. I can hear as much as see her sharp inhale of breath as I tug her panty down with one hand, the other bunching her skirt up in my grip.

“Said I need to work on my breathing stamina, too,” I tell her.

Then, still looking up at her, I draw close to her sex and press my lips to her mound. My tongue then darts out, finding the path where her folds part to give me access to this secret spot of hers. A soft moan keens out of her mouth when I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit.

Without giving her any respite, I press my opened mouth onto her pussy and start to suckle and lick. Her engorged nub is in my mouth, where I tease it with my lips, my teeth, releasing it to slide my tongue along her wet folds and poking it inside of her, licking her cream as I go.

God, I’ve been denied this for so long. I let time stop as I revel in this moment, eating her gorgeous pussy out, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm only to release her clit just then and hungrily lick her from back to front a few times.

On my third pass of doing just that, Bianca grabs a fistful of my hair and lifts my head up none too gently.

“I swear, Leo, if you keep this up, I’ll kill you myself,” she mutters through gritted teeth, voice raspy and hoarse frompassion and the need to spend under my ministrations.

I chuckle softly. “As you wish.”

This time when I plunge in, I go directly onto her clit and suck it in, roll it around, and nibble on it with my lips. When I feel she is on the verge of coming, her body going so taut and coiled over me, I gently pull it between my teeth and give it a little bite.

Her orgasm rolls out of her as she gasps out my name, her thighs shaking against my shoulders, her body letting go of the tightness I wound up inside her.

I get back onto my feet so I can hold her with my arms braced on either side of her lest she falls to the floor in a puddle of pleasure so much she has released violently under my mouth.

Bianca surprises me when she brings her hand into my hair again and tugs it back hard. Her mouth then crashes onto mine, devouring me. I didn’t want to kiss her because I have her juices all over my lips and chin, but it seems she doesn’t mind tasting herself on my tongue as she gives me what is possibly the hottest kiss of my life.

We’re both panting for breath when we break free. Little lances of fire are burning in my chest, but I ignore them. The look of dazed pleasure on her face is so well worth the pain.

“Stay,” I tell her.

Chapter 32

Bianca

I blink up at Leo.

Something inside me isn’t sure what he’s asking. There’s compulsion in the word he’s just spoken, yet I also heard something else. It sounded like need, like yearning, and dare I say it, vulnerability.

Leo Pellegrini is such a strong and powerful man. Even now, after two weeks spent in a hospital bed, he looks and seems fitter than most men who frequent a gym three times a week. Being injured and on the brink of death didn’t take away anything from him physically, and I know he has a mind as tough as the most durable of alloys. My brother told me all about how he took down the other Dons at the syndicate’s table. Leo used his cunning to defeat his opponents, without having to lift a single finger. Such a man is formidable, indeed.

But here he is with me, begging me to stay. Where? With him? I’ve already agreed to this.

There’s gravity in this moment, yet I also know I need to bring some levity to it. I’m the counter-balance to Leo’s depth and darkness. I know this inside just as much as I know I love him and will never love another man like I do him.

“You’ve already proposed, remember?” I chide with a small smile.