Camp Echo Falls (Completed)

Chapter 92

He blinks once and then twice before his hands go around my waist and he yanks me towards him. I almost loose my balance as he wraps my legs around his torso. Not another second passes before his lips are on mine and my arms are laced around his neck.

His hand on the back of my head, holding me closer to him than ever before. His brows furrowing in pleasure, as he kisses me with so much passion that I feel like fainting. He leans to turn the shower off and without breaking the kiss, he opens the glass door. His dark cologne making me weak as he swirls his tongue against mine, his hand on my lower back as he walks us out of the shower.

I can feel the desperation dripping from him, I can hear the desire in the shallowness of his breathing. I can feel the need, as he groans into my mouth, his member throbbing against my thigh. I don't even realise we're back in the bedroom until I'm being between pinned between his body and the bed.

His large body on top of mine, his knee parting my legs forcefully - allowing him access to all of me. My head hitting the pillows as my hands tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. His lips are on my neck before I even have time to breathe, his large hands running up and down my body, as though he's trying to memorise every inch of my skin. A soft moan leaves my lips as he rakes his finger tips along my inner thigh, his teeth pulling at the skin at the bottom of my neck.

He pressed his lower half against my hip, forcing me to feel all of his length. The pure heat, so hard it's almost stone, already dripping with pre-cum against my stomach. "You're so hard for me," the words leave my lips without a second thought, my heart pounding as I look down at his throbbing member.

I did that? I actually did that? He leans back to meet my eye, his pink swollen lips slightly parted as he regains his breath. Something behind his darkened green eyes as he stares down at me, a hint of danger lying in all of the lust. His hand is wrapped around the base of my throat before I can stop him.

The veins travelling up his arm bulging as he tightens his grip around my throat. His eyes twinkling with something as he squeezes harder. My eyes roll back, a moan leaving my lips without my permission. "Leo," his name escapes my lips as a whine, making his fingers dig deeper into the side of my neck. My heart pounds against my chest, so loud that I can hear it screaming inside my ears.

I've never been choked before. And for some reason, some unexplainable reason, I don't hate it. At all. My eyes flicker open to see his gaze trained on his hand around my neck, almost in a trance as though he can't believe he's doing it. His bottom lip in between his teeth as his chest falls and rises rapidly.

In this moment, with him on top of me, with his hand around my throat, with his dark scent filling my senses, with me completely at his mercy, all I want it one thing. I want him to fuck me. Hard.

As if he reads my mind, a small smirk finds its way onto his lips. A small, yet dangerous smile. And knowing Leo, that smile never means anything good. He grabs my waist and spins me around, so my stomach is against the bed and my arse is in the air. He presses his whole body against me and wraps his arms around my waist. He leans into my ear and I can feel him pressed against my lower back. "Is this okay baby," he asks against my ear, as he starts leaving kisses down my neck.

"Mm" I moan in response, not being able to form any full words. My whole body is aching for him, my arse arches, trying to get closer to him, begging him to put it inside me.

"I need a yes baby." He says more sternly in my ear, leaving marks at the top of my neck, sucking hard and licking all the way down my neck.

"Yes Leo. Please. Anything you want. Just take it." I say in between sharp breaths, his hands are travelling all down my front, his hands cupping my breasts, his fingers slithering down my front to in between my legs. He kisses my hair, my ears, the side of my face, like he's hungry and the only thing he can eat is me. His fingers trace the insides of my thighs and my arse goes further back to touch him.