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I didn’t want his fury, only the fierce passion simmering below the calm surface. I longed to feel that unbridled intensity .

I broke the kiss and gazed into his piercing, dark eyes.

I craved to see the savage hunger of desire blazing there because of me.

Old Calista, new Calista…whoever I became, I needed to know he wanted me, wholly and completely.

And the burning lust in his gaze told me I was exactly where I needed to be.

I leaned forward, trapping his lower lip between my teeth once more, savoring the low, intoxicating rumble from his throat.

“Cali,” he whispered, pulling away.

With a firm grip, he grabbed my hand and guided it to rest between his thighs, pressing my palm against the unmistakable hardness there.

It pulsed beneath my touch, so thick and long. Arousal flooded my core.

“This is what you do to me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to lay you on my bed and slam my cock into you over and over, as hard as I can. And God, baby, trust me, we will get to that. But this time? This first time?”

He shook his head, his arms stretching out beside him as though surrendering to an invisible force, and drew in a deep, steadying breath.

A slow, sexy smile spread across his mouth, lighting up his gorgeous face.

“I’m all yours. Ready. Willing. Definitely able. But this time, it’s all you. You can take your time, go fast, or do whatever your heart desires. You’re in control tonight.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a delicious tremble that seemed to start from the core of my being and ripple outward.

His complete openness to me freed my soul as if he had reached into the depths of my spirit and untangled the chains binding me.

I wasn’t broken.

I wasn’t weak.

I was human… And nobody could take that away from me.

Without hesitation, I kissed him, deeply, passionately, pouring every ounce of sweet ecstasy his words had ignited within me into that kiss. It was as though he had found the key to unlock the cage I had been trapped in, even after my rescue.

Though I had been free for a long time, I had remained imprisoned in my mind, in my body. Leon’s acceptance was the missing piece I had been waiting for. He was the one I’d always needed.

He wrapped his arms around me, matching the energy of my kiss with perfect harmony, his tongue dancing with mine, his hands running over my body as if he were trying to memorize every curve and contour.

I pushed against his clothes, a sense of urgency driving me to feel the warmth of his skin against mine.

He leaned forward, allowing me to slide his jacket off, our lips never parting, my hips instinctively moving against his.

The need to feel every inch of him became overwhelming, an insistent demand that couldn’t be ignored .

“Please get up,” I urged, jumping off him and peeling his shirt from his shoulders.

My fingers fumbled with the front of his slacks, clumsy with desire and nerves.

For a fleeting moment, the confidence I had felt began to waver, a tendril of fear threatening to surface, and I sighed a shaky exhale.

Sensing my hesitation, Leon gently clasped my hands, bringing one to his lips. He kissed my fingers tenderly, his eyes locking with mine. The reassurance I saw there meant more than I could ever express.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “We have all night. There’s no rush.”

I followed his instructions, feeling the warmth of his lips brushing against my hand, which brought a sense of calm over me.

With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, the metallic sound slicing through the quiet room, and allowed them to slide down to his ankles.

He stepped back, carefully lifting each foot to free himself from the fabric, now standing in front of me clad only in his boxers.

The boxers were a deep, inky black that molded perfectly to his muscular form.

My heart raced as I caught sight of his cock pressed thick and long under the fabric, throbbing with desire.

For me.

He reached for the waistband, fingers poised to pull them down, but I stopped him with a gentle shake of my head.

“No,” I said. “Let me.”

“My pleasure. ”

His lips curled into a crooked smile, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The sight sent a thrilling jolt of electricity coursing through me, igniting a spark that settled right on my clit.

As slowly as I could, I slid a fingertip under the waistband of his shorts, feeling the cool elastic material give way to the warmth of his skin.

He drew in a deep breath, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

With a teasing smile, I traced the edge, feeling the heat radiating from his bare abdomen. His muscles rippled beneath my touch, each spasm a testament to the tension building between us, and I delighted in the way they contracted under my fingers.

“This is a delicious torture,” he moaned, and a shiver slid down my spine.

I pulled my other hand from his hold.

I let it wander down to his hip, slipping under the shorts with deliberate slowness.

As I pushed the fabric downward, his breath hitched and caught in his throat when the elastic band snagged momentarily over his cock.

I paused for a heartbeat, our eyes locking, before tugging the shorts farther down, freeing him as they fell to the floor.

This time, it was my turn to gasp.

His cock was beautiful.

The skin was smooth and taut, the throbbing shaft standing proud, its impressive thickness and length causing my eyes to widen in awe .

I swallowed hard, my nipples hardening with anticipation and a shiver running through me at the thought of him filling my pussy.

I reached up to his shoulders, once more pushing him back into the chair.

Leon sat bare and motionless, his gaze locked onto me like a predator homing in on its prey.

His eyes were obsidian, pupils dilated, and the hunger in them sent an electric shiver cascading down my spine.

Between his legs, his cock stood erect, a demanding exclamation point on his desire.

The room was thick with anticipation, the air heavy with our mutual need.

I reached in front of my chest, releasing my strapless black lace bra. The fabric loosened, and my breasts spilled out, the bra falling to the floor in a whisper of lace.

Leon’s lips parted as he drew in a deep breath. His gaze was a physical touch, a hot trail searing my skin as it moved over my body.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my silk panties and eased them down my hips.

They pooled at my ankles, and I stepped free of them, the click of my stilettos echoing on the floor.

“Holy fuck,” Leon breathed, shaking his head as his gaze roamed over me. Goosebumps prickled my nipples while a flush crept up my neck. “I’ve never seen… You’re…you’re a fucking masterpiece.”

A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth, warmth spreading through me at his words.

I wanted to feel beautiful, to feel sexy, to know that he saw me as I wanted to be seen. The lust in his eyes left me trembling, a hunger gnawing at my core, a restless impatience coursing through my veins.

I straddled him again, this time our bare flesh meeting, sliding together like silk on silk.

His cock nudged against my vulva, and I gasped at the sensation, a jolt of electricity sparking through me. I was already so wet, his shaft sliding against me, a delicious friction that left me shuddering.

He stared up at me, his face a tapestry of awe, love, and lust, all woven together in an expression so beautiful it made my heart ache.

I lifted my hips and reached down to wrap my hand around his cock. He was smooth, hot, and hard in my grasp. I squeezed, feeling his pulse throb against my palm as I guided him to my entrance.

His eyes widened, his mouth fell open, and he groaned as I began to slip him inside me.

I shifted my hips and leaned down to kiss him deeply as I pressed down, my pussy sliding down over his shaft as slowly as I could force myself to go. It was excruciating. I couldn’t wait to feel him buried as deep as possible.

But I knew in the back of my mind that I would remember this moment forever. I wanted it to last. I tried to remember the way every single inch of him was introduced to my body.

Our tongues tangled together, our moans engulfed by each other’s mouths, as his throbbing hardness filled me up inch by delicious inch.

I spasmed around him, my pussy soaking him now, my juices dripping over his shaft.

When he was finally buried to the hilt, he groaned loudly into my mouth, his cock twitching and pulsing.

“Leon, my God,” I cried, tearing my mouth from his, a ragged gasp. I searched his eyes, seeing my own disbelief reflected back at me.

“God,” he growled, his body trembling beneath me. “You feel…fucking amazing.”

I pressed my thighs together, then arched my back and slid off him only to impale myself again on his rigid length. Each time he twitched inside me, a pulse of heat radiated up my spine. My pussy squeezed around him, slick and welcoming, craving the hollow fullness of his cock.

I bore down onto him, hips slamming, skin slapping skin. His pelvis lifted to meet every frantic plunge, muscles rippling beneath his tanned flesh—the room filled with the wet slap of our bodies and the frantic chorus of our moans.

Bending forward, I captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, tasting the salt on his lips as I fucked him, my hips rolling and bucking as delicious waves of lust washed over me. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, kissing me hard as he fucked into me.

Electric sparks danced through me every time our bodies met, a current of lust that crackled along our skin. Our naked flesh rubbed together, my breasts against the hard muscles of his chest.

His hands roamed my curves, thumbs carving circles over my hips, then sliding down to squeeze my buttocks as he thrust his hot, hard cock up into my pussy, over and over. I arched over him, surrendering to the delicious friction.

He curled his fingers around my hip bones, then pressed his thumb flat against my swollen clit, causing my brain to explode with pleasure, my body crashing over the edge, my pussy spasming. My muscles trembled and clamped down on him as my orgasm ripped through me in fierce, shuddering waves.

I cried out, my voice raw with release.

Hot waves of pleasure rolled over me, rendering me weak and limp against his body.

His thumb stilled against my clit.

He held it there, drawing out the aftershocks until I could breathe again.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. His pelvis ground into mine, cock still throbbing in my soaked, contracting pussy. “I love feeling you come on me. It’s a fucking fantasy come to life.”

He began circling my clit again, slower this time, teasing me toward that explosive brink.

His lips brushed my ear before his teeth closed over my earlobe.

“Come for me again,” he commanded, low and rumbling.

Without waiting, he thrust his hips upward. I was rooted to the spot, every nerve ending ablaze as his cock plunged all the way in, then retreated and slammed back.

One strong hand gripped my side, fingers digging into the tender curve of my hip, anchoring me to his relentless rhythm. His thumb kept spinning on my clit in tight, maddening circles.

“God, Leon!” I gasped, nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Do you like that?” he growled. “Are you going to come for me again?”

His voice, deep and urgent, sent shivers skittering down my spine. He was the most magnetic man I’d ever known, and his demand ignited a fresh hunger inside me.

“Answer me,” he urged, thumb stroking faster now, pulling me toward the edge.

I could feel the tension coil in my core, ready to snap. Every inch of me burned with need as I tossed my head back and surrendered to the delicious storm he created.

“Yes, I fucking love it! Please don’t stop, Leon. Make me come again,” I begged, raw with unending need.

My strength returned, just a little, and I opened my thighs wider, feeling the slick heat as my pussy slid farther down his shaft.

I rode him, rising and falling with more intensity, meeting his powerful thrusts with my rising momentum. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, echoing the fervor of our movements.

Overwhelmed by the flood of sensations, my pussy clenched and released in rhythmic spasms at the feel of him hitting the deepest parts of my body, the way he stretched me open so fully, the way his cock fucked into me so delicious, so raw.

“Oh God, I’m coming. Don’t stop,” I cried out, waves of pleasure rolling over me, pulling me into a state of hypnotic, lustful bliss.

My body quivered, caught in the throes of ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” he growled.

His cock swelled inside me even bigger, and he moaned a low, primal, savage growl that rocked through my body.

“Cali! Cali! Fuck!” he shouted. His cock pulsed and exploded deep in my pussy, his white-hot seed searing my wet, spasming walls.

His body trembled against mine, both of us caught in a shared, feverish release.

We clung to each other, our arms wrapping tightly around one another, his cock still buried deep inside me. We gasped for breath, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

After a moment, Leon slid his hands beneath me and lifted me, carrying me up a set of stairs, down a hallway, and into a large, spacious room. In the center was a giant bed covered in a dark gray duvet. He moved to it, laying me down and settling in beside me.

On instinct, I turned towards him, and he pulled me into his arms. My head settled on his chest, the constant thump of his heart a soothing sound to my ear. He gently kissed my forehead as we were surrounded by a peaceful silence filled with unspoken understanding.

I longed to express everything flooding my heart—to tell him how safe and liberated I felt in his arms, how he had become my sanctuary. But words seemed unnecessary, as if he already sensed every emotion swirling within me .

“Leon, I have never felt more alive in my life,” I said, knowing I spoke the truth.

He tightened his grip around me, nodding. “I feel the same, Cali. I really do,” he replied, his words a soft affirmation.

As sleep began to steal over us, wrapped in each other’s warmth, I knew with certainty that choosing Leon Boscos as my husband was the best decision I’d ever made.