Page 122 of Fractured Empire

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re already asleep,” Leon says with a chuckle, shutting our door quietly and latching the lock. “They were trying so hard to stay awake just for being tucked in.”

I hope so. They need the sleep, and we need the privacy.

Watching as he turns around to face me, I unbutton my sweater slowly, meeting his eyes as I remove it. It falls off the back of my shoulders and to the ground, too light to make a sound as it falls. Leon’s eyes spark with heat as he observes me, taking me in with a long, sultry look. I have no bra on, only a tight white tank top that rises above my bellybutton and leaves little to the imagination where my breasts are concerned.

It was a perfectly conservative outfit when I had my sweater on, the oversized material covering me completely and keeping me warm, but without it? It’s skimpy and sexy, exactly how I want to feel right now.

“Did you lock the door because you’re also dying to get your hands on me, moja láska?”

Leon’s chest makes a deep rumbling noise as he suppresses a groan.

I gasp as he closes the space between us in an instant, scooping me up and wrapping my legs around the back of his waist. “Was one day without getting your pussy taken care of too much for you, baby?”

“Maybe,” I purr, licking my lips and teasing them against his. “Or maybe I’ve been thinking about how it would feel to get fucked in front of the fire since I saw that we have one in our bedroom.”

“And if we didn’t?” he challenges, squeezing my ass in his big hands as he holds me close. “Would you want to go downstairs and risk fucking in front of that one, huh? How naughty is my pretty little wife’s brain?”

“We should really invest in a baby monitor,” I inform him, thinking about his question for only a second before knowing my answer. “Then you could fuck me in every room of our house and we’d never need to worry about being caught.”

“Why stop at our house?” My husband leans down, teething the skin between my shoulder and my neck with his blunt teeth. “I could fuck you all over the state, hell, all over the country if you wanted.”

“And what if I want the world?”

“Ask for it, baby.” He sucks on the base of my neck. “Ask for it, and it’s yours.”

“How about we start with right now,” I breathe out, getting needier by the second. “I want to be fucked on the ground in front of our fireplace like we’re a couple honeymooning and we can’t make it to the bed before tearing at each other.” I want to feel feral, like I’m in heat and being fucking rutted into. “I see you’ve already gotten the fire going for me.” Looking over his shoulder, I nod to the burning wood.

“I did.” He hums, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my throat to my jaw, nipping at my chin when he reaches it. “I didn’t know when you asked me to start it that you had such nefarious intentions though, baby. I thought you’d want to lie down for a while, maybe relax and read while you got all cozy in bed. I should have known that my wanton little wife would rather get spread out and fucked nice and good before bed than just read, hmm?”

“By the time you’re done with me, I want to forget that I even know how to read.”

“Well, I aim to please.” Leon uses his hold on my ass to pull me down, grinding my legging-covered pussy over his clothed hard-on. He’s fully ready for me, and we haven’t even gotten undressed yet.

Turning him on makes me feel hot, physically and mentally. The way he gets so hard and wound up from just a few kisses, touches, and dirty words will never get old.

Lowering my feet to the ground, Leon drops me into a standing position a few feet away from the flickering fireplace, his hands surrounding my jaw in one swift movement. He kisses me hard, parting my lips with his tongue and shoving it in my mouth to play with mine, groaning as he gets a taste of me. The intensity that he handles me with makes me whimper, and my core clenches with need.

My hands work his pants down as best as they can while he ravishes my mouth, making my nipples harden beneath my shirt. The tight fabric causes sweet, sweet friction against my sensitive buds, sending hot sensations through my blood. It’s so good and it’s barely begun.

When Leon’s pants hit the floor, he stops kissing me and grips my shirt pulling that up and off me so hard that I almost stumble, swaying on my feet. His lips capture one of my nipples and my fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the thick blonde strands to keep him close. Moans tingle as they flee my lips, but I do my best to keep them quiet. With the snow surrounding us outside, and the fire crackling, there’s still some room to make noise.

“That feels so good,” I whine, encouraging him to bless the other side with his mouth. “I think they’re getting even more sensitive, I can hardly take it.”

“They’re getting bigger,” he declares, licking his way to the other side and sucking the pink bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it to drive me wild. “They’re tighter and nice and full. My hands used to fit around them without any peeking out, but now they spill out on the sides.”

“Yeah?” I ask, looking down as he cups my breasts in demonstration. “Do you like them?”

“Oh, baby,” he groans, squeezing them softly. “You have no idea how much.”

Licking my lips, I watch as he lifts them a little, watching as their weight pulls them back down when he lets go.

“Get your pants off, cuore mio. I want to see how wet you’ve gotten for me.”

While I scramble to obey his order, Leon pulls the fluffy blanket at the foot of our bed off and lays it out on the ground, watching my leggings fall off my legs as he works. I watch him too, loving the way his cock bobbles under his boxers, just begging to be set free. When I finally kick the long black fabric off my feet and to the side, my tiny pink thong goes tumbling along with it.

He doesn’t say a word as he drops to his knees, dipping into the teddybear colored blanket. I almost follow his lead, attempting to bend at the knee too, but he catches me completely by surprise. Grabbing me by the back of my thighs, he pulls me close and forces me right in front of him so that he can bury his face between my legs.

His tongue hits my clit with strikingly fast precision, the feeling of pleasure hitting me so hard that I nearly cry out. My legs feel wobbly and unstable as he licks me harder and faster, like a man starved for a taste only I can provide. Needing help to remain on my feet, I scramble to get my hands on his shoulders, squeezing the muscles there and using his body to keep me upright.