✍︎ 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 [dark mafia romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

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TW: smut & descriptive/explicit sex scene

His hot breath scorches my lips. I intertwine my fingers in his thick black strands and pull him closer, all the while trying to stay on my tiptoes. My back arches against the handrails. Leonardo's fingers encircle my waist and swiftly tug at the edges of my sweater.

I could have worn something nicer than this old sweater, I bit my lip while our intertwined tongues danced to the oldest rhyme in the world.

I feel like I've lost my mind, and yet, I can't seem to grasp my mind to stop. I want this man, his heart, his world, and, most importantly, his mind.

I shrug off the coat he's wearing, hearing it fall to the floor. Our lips are fused, and hot breaths scorch each other while his nimble fingers unbutton my silk shirt. Little by little, I can feel his trembling fingers push the buttons apart. A deep growl rumbles in his throat.

"I feel like I lost my mind, kitten," Leonardo breaks away from the kiss and tugs a hair strand behind my ear, "Even if I'm still mentally aware of myself, I'll go crazy. Help me."

I smile against his lips, and I clench my thighs. He initiates the kiss again, and I let him devour me. He scorches my lips, nibs my lower one, and infuses my mouth with action. His hands wrap around my waist, and then I gasp, feeling his fingers dig into my ass.

I gently lift my leg up and let him grip me even more. He picks me up furiously, and I wrap my legs around his hips.  I can feel his thickness bunt through his pants, and I whimper. As if it heard my mind, his cock twitched in response, and I gasped.

I can feel myself arching into him while he explores my body like he never had done before.

He starts to move slowly. I can feel my own body sliding over him while he walks down the hallway, never breaking apart our kiss. I can feel the moment my back hits the door, and as he furiously pushes it, I open my eyes for a second. The glint of red passes us, and I smile at the thought that we're in his room.

We're ending up in his room.

Not mine.

Not any other room.

His.

He breaks us apart and throws me onto the bed, covered in silk-red sheets in a flash. I whimper and wriggle under him while he grabs the footboard. Although the darkness engulfs us, I swear the glint of lust scorches his eyes. Leonardo's watching me for a minute; his eyes burn with desire, but he doesn't dare to touch me.

I can feel my skin in need of a touch, burning with desire, need, and pain, so I rise from the bed and grab his belt buckle, leaning on the headboard.

"Leonardo," my voice comes in a whimper rather than a confident breach.