Chapter Twelve
Danica
Leo locked the door behind Schilling. He rested against it, grinning shyly at me, his hands jammed in his pockets, his shoulders hunched.
“I’ve imagined this moment so often. It worked out kinda different in my head.”
“What, you rescued me from the bad men and tore me out of my nightmare in a hail of bullets and glory?”
“No,” he laughed, letting some of the tension fall from his creased face, “we met in a coffee shop. You walked in, recognised me instantly and agreed to marry me on the spot. You’d been hiding and all the terrible things I’d imagined you going through had never happened.”
“Oh. My imagination is way darker than yours. I jumped straight to bullets and glory. Marriage came after we’d killed everyone who’d ever hurt me.”
“Can we skip the killing bit? Beating to a bloody pulp I can do but death row isn’t somewhere I plan on visiting again.”
“Deal.”
He made his way across the open plan cabin, shoving me back against the oak panelled kitchen counter. His arms either side of my body caged me in his embrace. The heat from his body soaked through my thin cotton work shirt. My core burned. God, I’d needed this for so long, my skin ached for his soft lips.
“There’s so much I want to say,” he breathed, his head dipped, his lips a whisper away from mine, “I don’t know where to start.”
“Start here,” I whispered, wrapping my hands behind his head, tangling my fingers into his thick golden curls, pulling him close.
There was no plexiglass forcing us apart, no monsters lurking in the dark. My legs shook like saplings in a hurricane. My heart spiked. His soft lips met mine, his kiss hard and needy. He parted my lips with his tongue, delving it into my mouth. Oh, God did he taste good, like hot coffee on a winter’s morning. And he was mine. Always.
“Have I rescued you yet?” He smiled.
“Not yet,” I sighed.
Since Leo, my sex life had been one of violence, agony and humiliation. I’d been dirtied beyond redemption. It took years of therapy to realise those things had been done to me, not by me. There’d been one guy. I’d been so desperate to reclaim my sexuality, erase my past, I’d have settled for anyone, even the weird guy from the doughnut shop. It was an unmitigated disaster from start to finish. At the slightest hint of intimacy I froze, every touch pained me, burning my flesh like acid. He tried to be patient, I tried to relax around him at the end of it all it was just wrong. He wasn’t Leo. I knew then, deep inside, only Leo could snatch away the horrors haunting me.
He cupped my ass, lifting me from the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist, my fingers gripped his hair. He growled into my mouth, our lips locked together, our kiss insatiable.
“We do this right, this time,” he said, carrying me towards a bedroom.
“With you, it could never be anything but.”
We fell to the kingsized bed, still locked in a deep, hungry kiss, our limbs tangled together. My skin prickled as his hand ran down my cheek, over my collarbone, towards my shirt buttons.
“If you’re not ready…”
“I’m ready,” I growled. Oh, god was I ready. I’d been ready for years. My belly thrummed with excitement. Tiny bursts of ecstasy rushed through me at the merest touch of his fingers on my bare skin, such was my readiness. “I’ve never been more ready.”
His head lowered, he trailed kisses down my cleavage, unbuttoning my shirt as he travelled down my torso. I reached for his shirt, pulling desperately at it, yanking it over his head. I’d never needed anyone as much as I need Leo in that moment. My core was on fire.
He parted my legs with his, pushing my thighs open. His head rested above my belt, his kisses landed on my belly. I raked my nails over his bare, muscular back.
“Your partner is right, you don’t eat enough,” he hissed, snapping open my belt.
I lifted my hips, letting him ease my work pants over my thighs. My body ached as he pulled away to strip my pants from my legs. I wrapped my legs around him, yanking him close, my fingers steepled into his hair, forcing his lips to mine.
His hand dipped between our entangled bodies, fumbling with his buttons, his knuckles pushed against my swollen clit. Sparks of lust flew through me soaking my panties. He grinned down at me. The man had a smile that could melt ice. His emerald eyes sparkled.
I reached down, freeing him of his jeans. His cock pressed into my belly, all eight perfect inches hard and starving for me.
“No foreplay, I need you now,” I demanded, reaching into my discarded pants for a condom. “Always carry one, just in case.”
That was a lie. I’d bought them the day he escaped, never fully believing I’d have the chance to use them.
“Aw, foreplay’s the best bit,” he pouted, snatching the condom from me.
“You can have after play and before the next time play.”
He rolled the condom down his thick shaft with one hand, teasing my clit with the other. My body responded urgently, heat building unbearably in my centre, spreading through me, ripping my breath away.
The sheathed tip of his cock nudged at my entrance. My body tensed, shivers running down my spine. I closed my eyes, my lower lip gripped between my teeth. It can’t hurt, not with him, not with Leo. I refuse to be that broken.
He stayed there, his fingers dancing over my clit. Soft, hot kisses landed on my eyelids.
“I need you, I need you to take away what they did to me,” I sobbed.
He kissed away my tears, his thumb running over my clit. Fear and pleasure battled for space in my battered body.
“You have me, Dani. You always did, from the first moment I saw you until the day I die, you have me. I’m going nowhere.”
He snaked one hand behind my head. Our lips came together, the kiss was different, the hunger still lurked, the deep, intense need rested on the tip of his tongue, but it was slower, softer. His deep green eyes open, he gazed at me, looking right into my eyes.
“I’m here,” he whispered into my mouth.
He kept his gaze locked on mine, his thumb ran circles over my clit, his lips brushed mine, touching only enough for the heat of his kiss to sweep over my mouth.
“They made me…”
“I love you.”
“Why? I’m used and…”
“Perfect, you are perfect,” he smiled, pulling away. “You are perfect here,” his lips landed on mine. “And here,” he moved to my nipples, pulling one into his hot mouth, whipping the tip of his tongue over the engorged, sensitive bud, gently teasing the other with his fingers. “And here,” his kissed trailed down my stomach.
“And here,” he said, resting on his haunches, his mouth inches away from my pussy, “perfection is too weak a word to describe here.”
I inhaled, my breath held, he moved closer, his lips whisping over my pussy. Pulses of desire poured from it.
“If you tell me to stop, it ends there, until you’re ready,” he whispered, his lips brushing my pussy, his thumb still circling my clit. I melted into the mattress, my fingers balling the sheets in my hands.
“Don’t stop.”
He tongue ran between my slick folds, his mouth encased my swollen clit. He hummed, the vibrations sparking crazy making explosions of bliss in my core. My fingers released, my body relaxing. Leo melted my anxiety like candle wax. It dripped from my pores, evaporating into the air.
His tongue flicked over my clit. My pleasure streamed down my thighs, he seduced away my fear. The climax started in my toes, flowing into my hips, I bucked beneath him, my fingers tangled in his mop of curls, pushing his head closer, smashing his face between my thighs. I raced headlong towards profound relief, sobbing his name as I fell into the abyss of ecstasy.
Leo held me until the final wave of climax washed through me. Goosebumps peppered my skin, my pores swirled with lusciousness. I pulled him up, dragging him over my glistening body, my skin glowing with the aftermath of orgasm.
“We don’t have to go any further, just being with you is enough,” he smiled. I could taste the sweet tang of my juices smeared over his lips as he bent to kiss me.
“I’m ready for more, Leo. I need you.”
He pressed the head of his cock at my wet entrance, watching me, his eyes fixed intently on my face. I pressed my feet into the small of his back, urging him deeper. He slipped in easily, my wetness welcoming him deep inside. My pussy throbbed, stretching almost to the point of agony to accommodate him. The fear didn’t return.
His hips rocked slowly, each thrust deeper than the last, his lips showered my face with kisses.
“I love you,” he chanted, the pulse of his pelvis on my clit slowly teasing me back to the edge.
“You don’t know what…”
“I do, and it kills me. It doesn’t change you or the way I feel about you.”
I pressed my mouth to his, swallowing his words. His loved wiped away the nightmares, dampening the memory of the cruel things inflicted on me.
The orgasm ripped through me like an earthquake, shuddering my hips. He rocked faster, thrusting harder, slamming his whole eight inches deep into my tight channel.
“Jesus, Dani,” he cried. I felt his dick throb inside, his thick hot seed spilling into the condom.
“I love you too,” I sighed as he rolled off me.
“I know you do,” he smiled.
He pulled me into his arms, resting my head on his chest. The steady beat of his heart lulled me into a deep, satisfied sleep. The nightmares that haunted me night after night did not visit. I was safe with him, in his arms, protected.