Page 93 of Ender's Curiosity


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Adorable.

“I’m glad.” Kissing his cheek as I ran my hands up his chest, I worked my way down his neck and over his shoulders. “I never wanted anyone else to be my Handler. Just you.”

I’d never met anyone like Leif. Even saying I trusted him didn’t seem like a good enough description. It went beyond trust. He was the only man I could’ve ever submitted to like that and the only one I ever imagined taking care of me in my fantasies.

Leif made a low, needy sound as I leaned down to tease one nipple with my tongue. “Fuck.”

As I laughed, he had time to throw the blanket on the back of the couch to the floor. Before I could go back and see what nibbling on him would get me, he wrapped his arms around me again and lowered us to the floor. “You seem to be doing your best to drive me crazy.”

It didn’t seem to take much, honestly, but I knew better than to point that out. He might have been pretending to let me lead as we danced, but he could only push his Dom side back so much. But since it was one of the things I loved best about him, I lifted my head and gave him a kiss. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Playing dumb got me a sexy growl and fast, hot, toe-curling kiss. But he pulled back too soon and had me pinned to the floor so I couldn’t even thrust up and hump him.

The fact that just imagining it didn’t make me want to hide under the blanket we were currently on said just how gone for him I was.

“Still don’t know what you’re doing to me?” His smirk had me shaking my head and trying to look innocent. “I didn’t think so.”

Shaking his head as his body slid lower, he sighed as he kissed my shoulder. “I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

Oh, I wasn’t sure I liked that plan.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t understand the question.” It wasn’t a good plan but it was all I had. “I make you crazy. It’s all my fault.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d done, honestly, because just being me seemed to make him nuts sometimes, but I had no intention of saying anything but a sincere-sounding apology.

He snorted.

So, did that mean I needed to work on sounding more believable or coming up with a better way to say sorry?

I was close to figuring it out when his teeth found my nipple first and he bit down just enough to shatter my concentration. Dom or partner, we both knew who was in charge as he nibbled on my nipples, sucking and licking to make sure real thoughts were impossible.

“Such beautiful sounds.” Leif looked pleased with himself as he blew on one red nipple, grinning wickedly when just that alone was enough to make me whine. “And such a beautiful partner.”

Ugh.

He made me blush again.

“Leif.” When all I could find was a whine, he laughed and kissed the center of my chest. “You…”

Nodding, he inched lower and brushed his lips just over my bellybutton. “Yes, I’m yours and I’m going to make love to you and make sure you never forget how you make me feel.”

He loved me.

I tried to get the words out but the look in his face had a lump forming in my throat. I ended up being able to jerk my head in a rough nod, but it wasn’t the smooth words I wanted to be able to give him.

I’d have liked to have said that I could’ve found them if he’d stopped kissing me, but nothing I said would’ve made that believable. It didn’t matter if he was flicking his tongue over my navel or spreading my legs so he could kiss the base of my dick, everything he did was distracting in the most wonderful way.

“Mine.” His whispered words filled the air as he kissed my hole, licking and nibbling around the outside as he showed me in every way he could how much I meant to him…and that I belonged to him.

“Yours.” Gasping as one finger slipped into me, I couldn’t help trying to fuck myself harder as I moaned. “Please.”

Begging only made him go slower as he seemed to decide that being thorough was the only way to show me that I belonged to him…and his passion for loving every inch of me only made it harder to do more than just beg. “Always. Yours, please, Leif.”

I thought I’d finally gotten my way when he sat up and reached for the lube on the coffee table. But even though his cock was hard and arching away from his body, he ignored it and focused on slowly slicking up his fingers. “You beg so sweetly when you want something.”

How did he make rubbing his fingers together look so fucking sexy?

“You. I want you.” He knew it too and was planning on torturing me with it. “Make love to me. Let me feel you. Please?”

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