Page 91 of Vicious Kingdom

He gripped my hips and urged me lower.

“I’ve got the copper IUD, and I haven’t—there hasn’t been anyone but you,” I whispered, embarrassed at the truth, but needing him to know all the same.

I didn’t need to be. His groan was a prayer as he lifted and pushed me down on his length. The moment he was inside me, everything was as it should be.

His stiff cock filled and stretched me. There was a bite of pain at the invasion, but it quickly fled as my body adapted to his size.

I began to move on top of him, and he pulled me down, mouth closing over my aching breast.

“Oh, yes! Gods above and devils below, yes!” I gasped, throwing my head back as pleasure shot through me.

It had been too long.

Too many years and miles between us and this moment.

His mouth worked magic on my sensitive nipple, teeth grazing just enough to send electric currents racing down my spine. His hands gripped my hips harder, guiding my movements as I rode him with increasing urgency.

“Look at you,” he growled against my skin. “You take me so well.”

His praise sent a rush of liquid heat coursing through me. My insides convulsed around him.

I braced myself on his shoulders, finding a rhythm that had us both panting. The fullness inside me was exquisite torture, every thrust hitting places that made stars burst behind my eyelids. Those obsidian eyes locked with mine, dark and possessive, watching my every reaction as though memorizing how I came apart for him.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I need—”

He understood without words. One hand slid between us, his thumb finding my clit.

“Take me. Take everything,” he said roughly.

His words unraveled something inside me. I moved faster, chasing the building pressure.

“That’s it, my little temptress, now fucking come.”

I was overwhelmed in the best way possible.

The command in his voice pushed me over the edge. My body obeyed, proving that it had always belonged to him, convulsing around his length as waves of pleasure crashed through me. I cried out his name, a desperate, broken sound that echoed in the darkness of his bedroom.

“Yes, bella Anna, cara mia,” he growled, his accent thickening as his control slipped. “Just like that.”

He flipped us suddenly, pinning me beneath him without breaking our connection. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, and I gasped, still trembling from my release.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he promised, his voice dark velvet against my ear.

Leo’s powerful body covered mine completely, his muscles tensing with each controlled thrust. He moved with calculated precision, watching my face for every reaction, learning what made me gasp and arch beneath him.

He lifted my leg, angling his head to kiss my knee. I brought it higher, making him groan. That masculine sound, so full of his pleasure and agony, sent another rush of pleasure convulsing deep inside me.

“You can take more,” he promised.

My nails dug into his shoulder. I clawed and scored his flesh. My thighs trembled as another orgasm rushed on the tail of the first.

“You’re doing so good, Anna.” He thrust hard. “Give it to me.”

“I can’t—” But I could, and I did, my body surrendering to the pleasure he commanded from me.

I shattered, mouth open in a silent scream as the second climax ripped through me, more intense than the first. My vision went white at the edges, my entire body clenching around him like a vise.

“That’s it, my Anna,” he rasped. He buried his face in my neck, his breath hot against my skin as his hips snapped forward with brutal precision. He thrust hard and deep, soaking in my pleasure as if it was his own.