Page 43 of Power

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.

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