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Underneath the surface of our connection, the water holds us, timeless and profound, a silent witness to the budding of something tender and terrifying in its intensity. When we break apart, breathless and clinging to each other, I realize that for the first time, I’m not thinking about the pain that might come later. For now, I’m just living in the present, embraced by the water and the warmth of Leo’s touch.

Chapter 25

Leo

This secluded slice of heaven is dappled with golden hues of sunlight, casting elongated shadows that dance along the soft, lush grass. The thick scent of wildflowers blends with the pine, creating a perfume that is both earthy and ethereal, matching the surreal quality of our hidden enclave. Frankie’s presence here is a gift. Her gaze wanders over the familiar scenery, a sacred secret she has chosen to share, and I see her lips move slightly, whispering silent appreciations or perhaps memories to the breeze.

She has no idea that we aren’t on Earth anymore. We are, in fact, in the shadow realm. This truth changes everything, absolutely everything, but it’s a truth I’ll revisit much later, when Frankie isn’t looking at me with hooded eyes, her pupils dilated with desire, and licking her lips with an anticipation that sends a thrill straight through me.

I want her touch, her fingertips tracing down my spine and her breath against my skin as she explores the contours of my body, and I want her taste, her lips on mine and her tongue mapping the path to my heart. I want to savor her, to learn every sigh and secret that her body can whisper to mine.

I want to open her up and explore every inch of Frankie’s body, running my hands along the gentle curve of her hips before dipping my fingers into the folds of her wet heat.

Hell, I just want her, all of her, and here she is, in my arms.

Mine.

Her coconut scent envelops me, disarmingly sweet against the musky backdrop of the shadow realm. It’s a scent that speaks of warm beaches and hidden coves, mingling with the cool, misty air of our secret hideaway. Her proximity is intoxicating, her body a siren’s call that my every fiber responds to without hesitation.

As our lips meet, a spark seems to draw us even closer into each other’s orbits. Her hands are woven into my hair, an anchor in the swirling tide of our mutual desire. Each moan from her lips stokes the fire within me, a fire that burns with the need to hear her, feel her, and know her completely.

I want to hear her moan for me again and again.

Amidst the heat of our passion, a nagging worry tugs at the corners of my mind. The longer I keep the truth about the shadow realm from Frankie, the more tangled our web of lies becomes. In this moment, though, with her hands woven into my hair and her lips molding against mine, it’s easy to forget the weight of secrets and revel in the warmth of her touch.

As I guide her gently against the naturally heated rock, the scene transforms. The water cascading from above bathes us in warmth, our own secluded waterfall veiling us from the world. Seeing Frankie’s body against the mossy stone is a vision of natural beauty, her skin glowing under the water’s caress, her tattoos peeking through the droplets like ancient, mystic runes.

I want to trace the swirling lines of her tattoos with my tongue and worship every inch of her as she deserves. Frankie’s cheeks flush a deep shade of rose, but she offers no resistance as I lift her onto the moss-covered rock, the texture soft and cool against her heated skin. The warm water caresses my thighs as I kneel before her, captivated by the openness in her gaze—a mix of desire and vulnerability that makes my own heart pound with a fierce intensity.

Pausing, I look up at her, letting my eyes communicate my intentions, my desires. “I want nothing more than to bury my face between your thighs.” Corny? Perhaps, but I need her to know my desire, my need, is genuine and profound. “Tell me you want that.”

“Leo.” She leans back against the cool stone, her chest rising and falling rapidly, the beads of water on her skin catching the rays of light. “Make me come.”

Her command is all the invitation I need. I dive into the most intimate part of her, learning the unique taste of her pleasure—a blend of sweet and spicy that’s entirely her. Frankie’s moans fill the space, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me on. Her body tells me what she needs, and I listen with every sense attuned to her.

As I dive deeper into our shared ecstasy, I feel the palpable intensity between us thickening the air itself. Frankie’s taste lingers on my lips, drawing me ever closer to a primal need for more. I trail kisses down to her clit, giving it just the right amount of pressure before moving on to the next area. She tenses underneath me, telling me I found her sweet spot.

As soon as I feel her body start to tremble, I know she’s close. Her moans become more urgent, and she pulls on my hair.

“Leo... Oh gods... Right there.” Frankie’s back arches, pushing her against my mouth. I growl in response, taking her farther into my mouth.

Her sweet nectar flows onto my tongue, and I lap it up like a man who has been starved for too long.

My cock presses against the wall of the hot spring, begging me to push into her sweet heat, but not before she comes all over my tongue.

The sound of cascading water mutes our moans and heavy breathing as I continue to please her. Frankie’s nails dig into my scalp, eliciting a soft hiss from me, but I don’t care. Nothing matters except for her pleasure. Nothing else exists other than the two of us.

Frankie’s moans grow louder, and her body tenses with need as she nears her climax. I double my efforts, demanding every last scream she has to offer me. Her juices flow down my chin, coating it and dampening my chest as she chases the high only an orgasm can provide.

Her moans become louder, her hips bucking against my face as she teeters on the edge of climax. I know her well enough to recognize that she’s close, so I redouble my efforts, swirling my tongue around her clit in a figure eight motion while pressing a finger inside her. Her walls clench around my digit, and she screams my name as she comes apart in my arms. Her essence washes over my face, and I drink it in, marking her as mine in every way possible.

As Frankie trembles with the aftershocks of her climax, the intensity of her release washes over both of us like a wave. Her essence is a bond that pulls me deeper into the whirlpool of our connection. I am addicted, utterly consumed by the need to hear her, taste her, and be part of her in every possible way.

Damn, I need to hear her scream my name again. I’m addicted to her taste, and I suck her lips and lick every pulse of fluid that drips from her pussy.

“Leo.” She tugs my head away, her body trembling. “Fuck me.”

I can’t deny her anything. I rise to my feet, and she wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my lower back as she presses herself against me. I hiss in a breath, my cock aching for her sweet heat. I position myself at her entrance, our eyes locked together as I begin to enter her slowly.

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