Page 144 of Vicious Kingdom

Leo bent me over the bed. He lined himself with my pussy and thrust inside.

The force of his entry stole my breath. He filled me completely, stretching me to my limits with delicious pressure. My fingers clawed at the sheets as he established a merciless rhythm, each powerful thrust driving me farther across the mattress.

“Fuck,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “You feel so good, Anna. So tight. So perfect.”

I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and desperate moans.

“Harder,” I demanded, my voice breaking as he hit that perfect spot inside me.

“Yes, little authoress.” He responded by tangling one hand in my hair, pulling just enough to arch my back at a sharper angle. The new position sent him impossibly deeper, and I cried out as pleasure broke me, wave after wave.

I tightened around him.

My fingers clutched desperately at the comforter, seeking to anchor against the storm threatening to sweep me away.

One hand snaked around to find my clit.

At his touch, I exploded in a scream of release.

But Leo wasn’t done.

He drew out of me, my insides still pulsing, desperate to hold onto him. With a swift movement, he flipped me, lifted a leg around his back, and began to fuck me from above.

“Mine,” he growled, the word punctuated by a particularly savage thrust.

The sensation of him filling me completely stole my breath. There was no gentleness in his possession—each thrust drove deeper, harder, claiming me with primitive intensity. The weight of him pushed me deeper into the mattress as Leo’s fingers slid along my body. He tweaked my nipple with a wild ferocity.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Yes—yours—always yours.”

“Fuck, I need to see you. Open your eyes, cara mia.” His voice was rough with desire as he leaned over me.

Each stroke hit something deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing and my desperate moans. I cracked a look at him.

The sight sent another bolt of pleasure through me. My core tightened once more, this orgasm more powerful than the last.

My entire body seized as ecstasy crashed through me like a tidal wave. Every nerve ending fired at once, sending pulses of white-hot pleasure from my core to my fingertips. I arched off the bed, my mouth open in a silent scream as the intensity robbed me of breath and voice. My inner walls clamped down on him with violent, rhythmic contractions, gripping and releasing in a primal rhythm I couldn't control.

“Anna—fuck—” Leo growled, his rhythm faltering as my release triggered his own. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he drove deep one final time. I felt him swell and pulse inside me, his hot release flooding my core as he shuddered above me. His face transformed in that moment of surrender—all the sharp edges softened, his eyes closed tight, lips parted in raw pleasure as he gave himself over completely.

He collapsed on top of me, moving just enough so I could still breathe.

We laid there in the rushing moments that passed, holding one another, muscles trembling from the bliss.

“That name,” I stammered, voice raw from screaming.

“Yeah?” he breathed against my throat.

“I liked it.”

He lifted himself up on his elbow. “Good, because the thought of calling you G.R. James didn’t do it for me.”

I faltered, gaping at him. “How the devil did you know?!”

Leo chuckled. “I must say, that was a fun secret to discover.”

We kissed, slow and full of emotions. And then he pulled me into his arms and tucked us under the covers.