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Victoria
My legs were already unsteady when I stepped into the elevator after him, the lingering heat from earlier still pulsing low in my body. I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the dressing room
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the way he had pressed me up against the wall between racks of silk dresses, his fingers sliding beneath the hem before I could even protest. The humiliating part wasn’t that I’d come for him there, trembling and muffled against his shoulder, but that he’d made me thank him for it in a voice that barely sounded like mine.
Now, in the mirrored box of the elevator, that memory had my cheeks burning. I avoided his gaze, hoping he couldn’t see just how raw I still felt. But Leo was never the type to let me hide.
He stepped in close, caging me against the glass, one palm braced beside my head, his scent wrapping around me like a noose. “Still flushed from earlier,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curving. His eyes swept down, slow and deliberate, and I knew he was picturing exactly how I’d fallen apart for him an hour ago.
“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice almost a purr. The pads of his fingers skimmed my hip, then lower, the lightest brush — enough to make me shiver. “Doesn’t take much for you now, does it?”
I hated how true it was. My thighs pressed together instinctively, but that only made his smirk deepen.
The elevator chimed. Before I could take a step, he scooped me into his arms, the motion effortless. “You remember what you sounded like in that dressing room?” His voice was quiet, but the memory slammed into me –
my muffled gasp, the way my knees had nearly buckled, how I’d bitten my lip to keep from making noise and failed.
I buried my face in his shoulder, my skin prickling with shame, but he tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. “We’re going to top that,” he promised darkly.
In the bedroom, he set me down just long enough to strip off his shirt, his gaze never leaving
- me.
“Take. Them. Off.” The command was so low it vibrated through me. My fingers fumbled over the buttons, my breath catching every time his eyes flicked to a new patch of skin.
By the time I stood in front of him, the air felt too thick to breathe. My mind kept flashing back to the dressing room, to how easily he’d dismantled me then. The thought that he could do it again
had my stomach knotting with anticipation and dread all at once.
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worse
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My fingers fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, suddenly clumsy with anticipation. Leo’s eyes darkened as I revealed myself to him piece by piece – my lace–covered breasts, my trembling stomach, my thighs that parted instinctively when his gaze fell between them. “Beautiful,” he murmured, undoing his belt with deliberate slowness. The metallic sound of his zipper coming down sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs.
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When he finally stood naked before me, I couldn’t help but stare. He was magnificent – all hard muscle and raw power, his cock standing proud and intimidating against his stomach.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, stroking himself lazily.
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to tear my eyes away.
He climbed onto the bed, prowling toward me like the predator he was. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered. “Show me what you’ve been thinking.”
I obeyed, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet impossibly aroused under his hungry gaze. “God damn,” he breathed, positioning himself between my thighs. “You’re fucking perfect.”
Without warning, he lowered his head and licked a long stripe through my folds. I cried out, my back arching off the bed at the intense sensation.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, gripping my hips to hold me in place. “Let me hear how much you want this.”
His tongue circled my clit with expert precision, alternating between gentle flicks and firm /pressure until I was writhing beneath him. When he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to
hit that perfect spot, I nearly screamed.
“Leo! Oh God, I’m–I’m going to-
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“Not yet,” he growled, pulling away just as I approached the edge. I whimpered at the loss, my body aching for release.
“Please,” I begged shamelessly. “I need you inside me.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me but not pushing in. “Say it again,” he demanded. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you,” I gasped, trying to push my hips down to take him in. “Please, Leo. I need you to fuck me.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his size.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed through clenched teeth, holding still to let me adjust. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
When he began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard slamming against the wall, I lost all capacity for coherent thought. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, building higher and higher until I was certain I would shatter.
“Look at me,” he commanded, one hand gripping my jaw. “I want to see your face when you come apart on my cock.”
Our eyes locked, and something primal passed between us – something that went beyond physical pleasure. In that moment, I felt claimed in a way that transcended the joining of our bodies.
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“You’re mine,” he growled, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached his own release. “Say it, Victoria. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Yours,” I gasped, feeling my climax building to an unbearable peak. “I’m yours, Leo!”
The admission seemed to unleash something within him. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and pounded into me with renewed vigor.
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Now.”
As if my body was programmed to obey him, I exploded around him, waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain washing over me. I screamed his name as my inner walls clenched rhythmically around his length.
The sight of my release triggered his own. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside me one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself.
For several moments, we remained locked together, both of us breathing heavily. Then Leo rolled to his side, pulling me against his chest.
“That was…” I struggled to find words adequate to describe what had just happened between us. “Just the beginning,” he finished, pressing a possessive kiss to my temple. “Rest for now. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.””
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