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  He dipped his head into her neck, inhaling. “Be still,” he said quietly.

  “Leon-”

  Teeth nipped her neck, a warning. She yelped, hands clutching his upper arms.

  “I want to fuck you so bad,” he said against her skin. “You just don’t know how hard these weeks have been. All I have to do is-” his hand curled around the flimsy strap of her panties, fingers grazing her hip. He tugged, experimentally, “-rip these off you. You wouldn’t deny me.”

  His mouth trailed down her neck, along the curve of her breast, finding a nipple through the satin of the bra. Full coverage, because she needed the support. Maybe one day when they had nowhere to go she would wear a piece of nothingness for him because he’d be taking it off anyway.

  Aiva moaned when he pushed the bra aside, exposing her to his tongue and teeth. He tugged on her flesh, gently at first, then with increasing force, each nibble lighting a match of desire in her clit. Her legs moved restlessly, hips arching without her volition. Her body knew what it wanted.

  “Leon,” she whispered in a half moan.

  He swore, his hand moving from her hip to cup her mound. The touch seared her; she arched into his hand.

  “No one has ever touched me there before,” she said, licking her lips. His eyes met hers, brilliant with his struggle to control his lust.

  “No one ever will again.”

  Holding her gaze, his fingers slipped inside her panties, knee pushing her legs apart just enough for him to have access. She gasped when he grazed her clit, found the tiny bit of engorged flesh and rubbed it with his thumb. Her hips lifted off the bed; she never felt such incredible pleasure coupled with an intense yearning for more. Her pussy clenched, as if seeking a cock to claim it.

  “Don’t tease me,” she said, biting her lip.

  His smile was savage. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do,” he replied, and his fingers delved inside her pussy.

  Aiva cried out, the invasion both foreign and promising. His strong fingers slid in and out of her body, an ancient rhythm she instinctively echoed, even as one hand reached for the bulge at his crotch, eager to feel the bare hardness of his cock. He stopped her, a hand around her wrist.

  “No,” he ground out. “This is for you. A taste of the pleasure I can give you- if you would stop being so stubborn.”

  Aiva didn’t know what he meant by that, and after a second she didn’t care. He slid off the edge of the bed, grasping her hips to turn her to face him fully, draping her legs over his shoulders. When he had her positioned, he again pushed aside her panties to bare her sex, entering her with three wide fingers. When his mouth touched her clit, she cried out.

  “What are you doing?”

  He laughed against her body, his tongue flicking her nub, his fingers in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t think, only knew that she was at the mercy of this man. Her body, her heart, her mind. Everything about him disarmed her, left her wanting more. Aiva couldn’t take it anymore, her inexperienced body was overwhelmed; she screamed when an orgasm racked her sex, the waves of pleasure leaving her legs weak, her nub feeling swollen and abused and satiated.

  He rose, leaning over her body to capture her mouth in a rough kiss. “That was nothing,” he whispered. “When you have my cock in you- then you will really scream.”

  “When?” Her question was nearly a demand, and definitely frustrated.

  “Make me an offer.”

  Aiva wanted to slap him. He kept saying that but she didn’t know what he meant. He knew it, pulling her to her feet with another laugh, holding her around the waist until he was certain her legs were steady.

  “Put on the dress,” he told her. “There are things in the boxes as well.”

  He left the room, Aiva standing still another minute longer to gather herself. To try and force her body back to normal. And gave up. She would never feel normal again.

  Chapter

  8

  The Green Gala was held every year in the Frontier Natural Museum, the baroque adaptation architecture a perfect foil for the grandeur of the individuals participating. Women wore lavish gowns, necks and wrists sparkling with jewels as fine as those now around her own neck, a diamond and citrine Bulgari necklace gleaming against her skin.

  “Sudano,” a hearty voice called through the crowd.

  Leon turned, met a middle aged man with an elegant woman at his side, her hair expertly highlighted, skin obviously pampered. Aiva estimated her to be at least ten years older than she looked, and comfortable on the male’s arm. So, his wife.

  “Brookson,” Leon greeted, shaking his hand. “Alicia, you look stunning. You’re the only blonde I know who doesn’t make red look like a cliché.”

  The woman laughed. “And you still have a knack for a back handed compliment. Who is this luscious creature with you?”

  Leon lifted Aiva’s hand to his lips. “May I introduce my fiancée, Aiviana?”

  Alicia’s eyes widened with delight. “Really! Leon, you never let on.”

  Brookson clapped him on the back. “About time, man. This doesn’t look like your usual type, though- silent and stupid.”

  Aiva nearly choked. Alicia sighed sharply. “Don’t mind him, my dear. It’s actually a good thing.”

  Brookson grinned. “That’s how I know he isn’t having one on me. Save a dance for me, will you, Aiviana? I feel it my duty to warn you away from this scoundrel.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” his wife said fondly.

  “Silent and stupid?” Aiva asked when they were alone again.

  “Hmmm. Would you like something to drink?” He avoided the question by shoving a flute of champagne into her hand, also refusing to meet her eyes. Aiva snorted, but let it go.

  The evening was grand, filled with dancing, speeches during dinner carefully rehearsed to elicit both laughter and donations. As if the cost of the tickets wasn’t already enough.

  Aiva did indeed dance with Brookson, and found him to be full of light hearted mischief. The stories he told her- well, she wasn’t surprised Leon dragged her away as soon as it was polite to do so.

  It was late when they let, and after a long day at work Aiva was as tired as she was enchanted from the evening.

  “You’re sleepy,” Leon murmured, navigating downtown traffic. “Close your eyes.”

  She allowed her lids to drift shut, lulled by the smooth ride of his sports car. When the engine stopped she roused herself, sitting up.

  “This is your place,” she said.

  His knuckles brushed her cheek. “Stay with me tonight?” Aiva turned her head, met somber eyes. “I want to hold you, nothing more.”

  Nothing more? She smiled wryly, but nodded. Once inside the clean, modern loft, she immediately kicked off her shoes, bare feet shivering against polished wood, heading to the guest bathroom he’d shown her when she’d spent the day with him. Never overnight, though, until now. Aiva made use of the well stocked guest essentials and cleaned the makeup off her face, brushing out her long hair and hanging the gown on a padded hanger on the door. There was a stack of folded white robes and she donned one, glad for the comfort of the plush sherpa, lovely as it had been to dress up.

  She padded back into the living room, looking for Leon. She wanted to sleep, but wasn’t sure if she should wait for him or not. He emerged from the kitchen a moment later, clad in nothing but a pair of pajama pants. Aiva stared, eyes caressing the lean muscled flesh of his arms and torso, understanding the strength of his shoulders hidden by his suits on a daily basis. It was easy to forget he’d originally trained as a soldier. And when he occasionally brought out a quirky tie or shoes it was hard to remember how he’d attained his current position in life.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked, approaching her. He picked up one of her curls, almost absently, playing with it. “I know the food at these things is more pretty than filling.”

  Aiva shook her head. “Just tired.”

  “As my lady wishes.”

  He lift
ed her into his arms, again demonstrating a casual strength that thrilled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced herself to relax- he wouldn’t drop her. Leon didn’t take her to the guest room, but nudged open the door of his bedroom, placing her on the edge. He pulled down the white comforter and sheets and Aiva crawled in.

  “Aiva.” She turned her head at the sudden steel in his tone, frowning. “Don’t tell me you’re naked under that robe.”

  She looked down. It had gaped a bit. She tightened the belt. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”

  He closed his eyes. “There were pajamas in the linen closet.”

  Aiva blinked at him, sleepy, settling onto a pillow. Leon swore, sliding in next to her. “You don’t make it easy on a man, do you?”

  She stifled a yawn, rolling onto her side so her back faced him. He pulled her against his body, wrapping an arm around her.

  She settled against him and froze.

  “What did you expect?” he murmured. “I’m not made of stone. Go to sleep.”

  But she couldn’t. The thick, hard length of him pressed along the curve of her buttocks- all she could think about was having him inside her. He was only a thought away from her. Aiva shifted, deliberately brushing her plump ass against him. He hissed.

  “Aiva, be still, damnit.”

  She smiled, wicked, and took his clenched hand in her own, placing it under her robe, over her breast, before he could react. His fingers flexed, cupping her full curve. She moaned as he plucked her nipple. Her flesh pebbled, the tingling traveling on a line straight to her core.

  “Leon, I want you,” she said. “We’re adults, why should we wait any longer?”

  He sighed, and suddenly he was over her, a quick move that had her sprawled on her back, beneath him. Glittering green eyes met hers, narrowed with lust and fury.

  “You vixen. You would have me break my word to your father?”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I didn’t give him my word. So we can say I took you, not the other way around.”

  His head lowered to her neck, teeth sinking into tender flesh. She gasped, and he pulled the sides of the robe from her body, exposing her flesh to the air.

  “I’ve wanted you so long,” he said roughly. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. You’ve broken the last of my control.”

  She spread her legs open, cradling him. “Then don’t be gentle.”

  And he wasn’t. He swept her along with him on a tidal wave of pleasure, sucking and caressing every inch of flesh making his way from her swollen breasts to her clit that he laved with attention. She wanted to touch all of him, wanted to experience everything he had to give her.

  “Let me taste you,” she said huskily, voice already dry from her moans as his tongue and fingers worked her. “Come here.”

  She tugged on his hair and he climbed up her body, a lean, muscled conqueror with a savage look in his eyes. Cock heavy and throbbing, the bulbous head dripping beads of pre cum. She took him in her mouth, having read about such things plenty of times in books. Latched on eagerly, wanting to give him the same oblivion of pleasure he’d given her.

  “Aiva,” he groaned, as she licked her way up and down his shaft. Her fingers dug into his thighs as his hips began to undulate in and out of her mouth, fucking her throat as she greedily lapped his juices.

  Aiva took his sack in her hand, massaging the balls gently, tugging, and exploring the feel of him.

  “Damn, you’re going to kill me, baby,” he said, drawing away. “One of these days, I’ll give you exactly what you want- but I need your pussy, baby.”

  He pulled her up into a sitting position, positioned her so she was on her knees and elbows, ass in the air. She didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or turned on, knowing he had full view of her most private area in such an intimate way. He nudged her thighs apart, fingers caressing her slit, then gripping the cheeks of her ass.

  Aiva felt the head of his cock press against her entrance, biting her lip as he entered her slowly, one agonizing inch at a time. He filled her, her body clamoring and protesting at the same time. Leon touched her clit, rubbing the nub as he pushed inexorably in, stopping only when he reached the thin membrane of skin; tearing through in one hard thrust.

  Aiva cried out, the pain sudden and shocking, warring with her body's demand to be fucked. He withdrew, then slid into her again, hips moving in a steady rhythm as she relaxed. He touched something inside her, over and over, a spot that rang a bell in her body every time his cock pressed against her. Aiva moaned, shifting her hips and widening her thighs. He fucked her harder, faster, responding to her silent invitation for more.

  “Leon!” she cried out, his balls slapping against her ass as he fucked her with a single-minded strength, pressing her face into the mattress. She rose up on her hands and he took advantage of her bouncing tits, grabbing the plump flesh and massaging.

  It was almost too much; she wanted to flee from the pressure building inside her. Flee, and take more. His hand buried in her hair, and his rhythm changed, hips grinding against hers as his cock worked itself inside her pussy.

  Waves of pleasure crested, breaking over her body in an uncontrollable wave of sensation. Her arms and legs felt weak, her pussy raw and well-used. A moment later Leon groaned, sheathing himself to the hilt in her body, grabbing her hips as hot cum flooded her cervix. He ground in her, giving her every drop as her body spasmed in the aftermath of her climax.

  When he pulled out, their mingled juices slithering down her things, Aiva collapsed onto her stomach, utterly drained. Leon lay next to her, idly caressing her along her back and bottom. He laid a kiss on her shoulder.

  “You’re mine now,” he said quietly. “There isn’t any going back from this.”

  “No,” she said after a moment.

  Leon turned her around to face him, studying her expression. “Aiva? Are you going to set a date for our marriage?”

  She hesitated. “It’s not really necessary right now, is it?”

  “Not necessary?” He rose up on one elbow.

  Aiva lowered her eyes. “I mean, just because we had sex… there’s no rush. We’re still getting to know each other.”

  “Have I coerced you at all in this courtship?”

  “What? No!” Aiva stared at him. “I don’t understand.”

  He rose from the bed, wearing his nudity as if he were clad in an expensive suit. A coolness seeped into his eyes as he stared down at her.

  “Then why won’t you make a commitment?”

  Aiva ran a hand through her hair, sitting up and pulling the sheet over her chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to commit-”

  “You just gave me your virginity. But when I ask you for a date, you hesitate. Are you a whore?”

  “Now just wait one minute,” she said, scrambling to her knees, glaring at him. His arm slashed through the air.

  “I’m not insulting you, it’s a question.”

  “Of course I’m not a whore! You just slept with me!”

  “Then if you aren’t a whore, do you think I am? I just gave myself to a woman I want to be my wife, and women have been throwing themselves at me for years. I resisted- but was that for no reason?”

  “Leon, I- it’s not that I don’t want to- don’t you think we should...” she trailed off, not entirely certain of how to put her feelings in words.

  The afterglow of their lovemaking receded more and more every minute, leaving her wondering if she’d done the right thing. It felt like the right thing, she didn’t regret it- but how many people had the brains to regret their bad choices?

  “I can see you thinking,” he said softly. “Wondering if you just made a mistake. Have I not been kind to you, Aiva? Show you my respect and regard at every turn?”

  “Of course.”

  But... she wasn’t ready. Maybe she would be, in a day or a week. A year. But not right this minute. Something inside her just couldn’t let go of...what? Her ideas of independence? Her desire to prov
e to everyone that she could make it on her own, without a man backing her?

  He watched her a few more minutes, then turned, striding towards the door.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I think you need some time to think, and some space to think in. I’ll be in the guest bedroom if you need me.”

  “Leon-”

  But he closed the door without another word. Aiva stared, wondering if the real mistake had been letting him walk away from her on their first night together.

  ***

  He stopped speaking to her. Leon dropped her off at work in the morning, flawlessly courteous as usual- but she sensed the withdrawal. She gave him a day, remembering what he’d said last time about giving him time to chill after a fight. Aiva thought it was a little immature- but she understood that it was a healthier way of dealing with hurt and anger than, say, being outright abusive. Still, she texted him after a day, not allowing her pride to make her wait on him to make the first move. She tried again a few hours later, a bit more pointed. He responded with a brief We’ll talk later.

  Fine. If that was the way he wanted to play it. Just... fine.

  It wasn’t fine, though, when her brother called her two days later.

  “What’s going on?”Saltano asked. “Do I need to go hem the man up?”

  “What? What have you heard?” Damn the goddamn housewife hotline. Who’d blabbed?

  “Things get out, Aiva.” He paused, tone edged. “I know you spent the night at his place. And I know you two haven’t been talking.”

  “Do you have a goddamn mole or something?”

  “Don’t you swear at me, Aiviana Ascencion Losito,” he growled. “Did you think we were gonna let our sister court that man and not keep an eye on things? We’ve had people keep their eyes open. Sis.”

  Aiva wanted to stomp, to swear. See- this was the shit she’d wanted to get away from. The overprotective, interfering, macho bullshit that made her so hesitant to give Leon permanent legal rights to be the same way.