His Little One

Chapter 13

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Rosalinda froze. "Wait, you're not even supposed to be walking!" She felt his hands roaming her hips and bottom in the middle staircase. "Your ribs! How is it possible that you're walking?"

Leon darkly chuckled. "I'll let you in on a secret little one." He took her hips and rotated them, till she faced him. Her breasts were now in front of his face; if Leon weren't blind he'd take the opportunity to nuzzle her chest. The thought brought her nipples to a hard delicious point.

Rosalinda covered her chest with her arms. Only to remember about his sight; a part of her wanted Leon to be able to see, she loved the rushed of want and need, whenever he looked at her as if she were prey.

"I'm in so much damn pain, in just knowing your ass is wiggling in my face. I may be blind, but I could never forget the image of your ass."

Rosalinda blushed. "Please keep your hands on my hips and only my hips." She felt his strong hands grip her hips as she walked the last couple steps. Pushing open a door they walked into a very monotone room. If she had to guess, the room had to be his.

The walls were painted a light grey, the furniture was kept to a minimum. There was a television set and a small bench at the foot of the large king sized bed. That was it. No pictures no personal items that a person would usually have adorning their walls and what not.

Leon pushed passed her and felt to the left where the bed was, using that to guide him into a room. "Which room did I walk into?" He shouted.

Rosalinda followed to where he was. "The bathroom."

He growled and walked to the other room. "Fucking fantastic." Jerking off his shirt; Rosalinda squeaked and covered her eyes. "You can feel free to help me get a shirt, little one."

Rosalinda kept her eyes to the clothes rack that seemed to go on forever. She selected a plain black tshirt and handed it over to him. He pulled it on and thankfully it was worn correctly.

"You can leave now, I don't need a damn babysitter." He grumbled. His mood suddenly changed to a dark and depressing one.

This wasn't like him at all. Leon Wyatt a notorious man who got what he wanted, when he wanted. He wasn't the type to look so defeated in something like this. She understood that he lost an important sense, but the doctor said it was going to come back sooner or later. She didn't want to think about the other possibility, because she was sure he will gain his sight back.

She was going to be positive for the both of them.

Rosalinda led him to his bed, without a word and pushed him back making him to sit down. "What are you in the mood to eat?"

Tying her hair into a ponytail, she made sure it was high and tight so that her hair wouldn't get in the way of her cooking.

Leon looked up at her in a lost gaze, she knew her words and action confused him.

"Don't look at me as if I'm crazy. I'm asking what you want to eat?" She said placing her hands in her hips.

He raised a brow at her. "You do realize even blind, I can pull you over my lap and spank you for giving me sass?"

She fought the keep the blush from reaching her cheeks. "What do you want to eat, Leon?"

He smirked, crossing his deliciously tanned arms over his chest. Now that she was seeing exposed skin for the first time, all she wanted to do was lick his tattoos that begged to have her tongue run up and down, tracing the black ink. He was so sexy and rugged, even blind he made her wet and feel intimidated all at the same time.