Page 87 of The Retaliation You Deliver
“Y-you,” she stutters, her body beginning to tremble with her need to let go.
“Who? Say it. Say my name.”
“You, Leon. You fucking own me,” she cries, falling head first into another orgasm, squeezing me so tight that I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
Leaning forward, I press her against the tiles, holding her tight as I fight to catch my breath.
“Oh my God,” she breathes against my throat, making me shiver.
“Yeah. I needed that,” I chuckle, high on endorphins only she’s able to provide me with.
I give myself a few more seconds before I pull away, letting her legs drop from my waist so she can stand.
“I’m not sure I can.”
“I won’t let you fall, baby.”
She gasps, her eyes finding mine as I say those words. Words I hadn’t accepted were true until they just passed my lips.
“Lee?” she breathes.
But unable to deal with the weight of those words, of what I’m beginning to realize I feel for her, I press my fingers against her lips.
“Not now.”
She nods and I slip my hand away, reaching for the shower gel so I can clean us both up.
My body aches as I wrap her up in a huge towel and sweep her into my arms to carry her back to my bed.
I lay her down on the bed and climb in beside her, pulling her into my body.
“So I do get cuddles then?” she asks, making me smile.
“I’ve never cuddled a girl I’m fucking before,” I confess. The only other girl I’ve ever cuddled with was Letty, and that was entirely different to this right now.
“Oh, I’m just a girl you’re fucking. Remind me why I came here again.”
Rolling over and pinning her side to the bed, I brush my lips over hers, too addicted to her taste not to.
“You came to check on me.”
“Because I’m an idiot.”
“Not an idiot. Somehow you knew just what I needed and you turned up like a fucking miracle.”
Her eyes hold mine, the intensity that’s been in them since I first found her here lessening and my heart constricts knowing what’s coming next.
“A-are you okay? Finding out about… that must have been a shock.” Empathy oozes from her. She’s lost both of her parents after all, she has first hand experience with how I should be feeling right now.
Unfortunately for her, I haven’t exactly reacted to the news like a normal person.
A laugh tumbles from my lips making her rear back and look at me with her brows pinched.
“A shock. Yeah, you could call it that,” I mutter.
The last time I saw my cunt of a father, he was tied up where I left him in that warehouse with his life hanging in the balance from the beating I gave him.
“What’s so funny?” she asks, not judging me at all for my reaction, instead, reaching for me and cupping my cheek in her tiny palm.
