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I bent toward him, pressing my breasts against his chest and kissing him with firm intent.

This time, I slipped my tongue between his velvet lips, seeking his taste, his heat. He met my advance, his tongue tangling with mine in a fevered dance as I moaned low against him.

His hand rose to my hip, the broad warmth of his palm scorching and sending a jolt of electricity rippling through my veins.

“Yes,” I breathed, leaning into his touch. I murmured in his ear, “Leon, I’m fine. I promise I won’t break.”

He withdrewand stared at me as if he were searching for some hidden truth, shining like a star within them.

“I never want to remind you of any pain you endured,” he whispered with unexpected emotion.

“Oh, Leon,” I said, shaking my head.

I desperately needed him to realize that I envisioned no pain now.

Not that kind of pain, at least.

With him, there would be no true suffering. With him, even with the kind of pain that might take place, I’d experience only pleasure.

I dipped forward again, capturing his lower lip between my teeth and nibbling. “When offered willingly, pain can be much different than what you’re thinking of, darling.”

His eyelashes fluttered in slow beats, then the shadows of desire that lurked inside him flared into brilliant flames, sparkling with a delicious tension of light and dark that made me shudder with raw craving.

His hand slid up to the nape of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Fuck, Calista, you’re killing me,” he growled, crushing his lips to mine with urgent, hungry force.

I moaned as he collapsed into desire, exhilarated that his protective shell had shattered.

I yearned to see the man I sensed just beneath Leon’s composed, careful exterior.

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 delicioustremble that seemed to start from the core of my being and ripple outward.

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