Page 71 of Don't Leave Me Behind
She’s It for Me
Clay
Leni is stillboneless when my alarm goes off in the morning.
I’m sore from time in the saddle, but not sore enough that I don’t plan on having her again. I’d set my alarm for earlier than normal, in case she was up for more. Once I got a taste of her, I knew she was perfect, and I wouldn’t be able to stop. Now that I’ve been inside of her? There’s no place I would rather be than in this bed, tangled up in our sheets, my body joined with hers.
I don’t know how I lived without her for those ten years. Fuck I wish I hadn’t. I’ve never had sex like that before.
I knew it when she kissed me the first night she tumbled into the cabin, but last night solidified it. I will never be able to go without her again.
Pulling the covers down, I lift her hair off to one side as I take her in again. Her body is incredible. She’s all toned lean muscle, with the right amount of curve to her hips. Leaning over, I take in the tattoo on her shoulder that I somehow missed before. It’s so small it’s nearly microscopic, one tiny heart. It could almost be mistaken for a freckle if you weren’t lookingclosely enough. I wonder when she got it, or if she has any more hidden surprises I don’t know about.
“When did you get this?” I ask as she starts to stir.
“Mimi and I got them right when we turned eighteen.”
I mock gasp, before pressing a smiling kiss to the ink. “You rebels.”
She grins, the same smile that used to stop me in my tracks when we were kids. It still makes my heart skip a beat, seeing the way she loves me so openly. I might not have seen it for what it was back then, but I can see it now. She loves me, and always has. The same way I’ve always loved her. I’m not afraid to admit it now.
Leni reaches up above her head, chest lifting off the bed as she stretches. My eyes want to linger on her bare breasts, to stare at the naked perfection that is Eleanor Kane, but something else catches my attention. I reach for her arm, taking in her upper bicep, at the scar there. A scar that looks a hell of a lot like a bite mark.
“Leni.” My voice cracks. “What is this?”
“It’s nothing,” she whispers. Her voice is small, distant over the rushing of blood in my ears.
“It’s not nothing.” I look up at her, my eyes tracking down to the deep purple-red marks peppered along her collarbone. There’s a bite mark on her shoulder,mybite mark.Fuck.I’m no better than the guy who tried to rape her. I fucking marked her. “Baby,” I whisper. I touch the spot where I bit her, but draw my hand away, terrified I might hurt her again.
Her head shifts off to the side, baring her unmarked shoulder to me. “Do it again.”
“Leni.” I say her name like a warning. I can’t. I won’t do it again. I shouldn’t have done it in the first place. I should have asked last night. I should have double and triple-checked thatshe wanted that. That she wanted me. “These are bruises. I don’t want to hurt you. I shouldn’t have?—”
She shakes her head, those pretty green eyes begging me. “Please. I want your marks.”
“Fuck, baby, don’t ask me to hurt you.”
“Not hurt,” she whispers, her hands framing my face. “Replace. He took my choice; he took my safety. I need you to give it back. Make me forget about him.”
I rear over her, taking one last look at those marks on her skin. My marks. Gentle fingers tip my chin up, bringing my eyes to hers. Her emerald green eyes shimmer with tears, a vulnerability there that I’ve never seen before. I don’t know what it cost her to ask me. To put that trust, that power, into my hands, but I won’t take it for granted. I won’t leave her with the memory of him. Not if I can give her a new one. “I can’t say no to you.”
Her eyes brighten, soft fingers sink into my hair. I moan into her, breath catching when her hands trail down my neck, fingernails scraping down my back.
This is going to go much faster than I want if she keeps doing that.
Snapping my hips forward, I seat myself fully inside of her with one powerful thrust. She cries out, head falling backward as her back arcs beneath me. I lace one hand through hers, intertwining our fingers as I drag it over her head.
“You’re fucking incredible,” I whisper into her neck. She whimpers when I drop my mouth to her collarbone, teeth nipping down her chest until I make it to her breast. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I lick and suck until it’s a hard little bud. On the next thrust, I sink my teeth into her nipple and give it a sharp tug.
“Clayton,” Leni moans, eyes closing as her head tips back into the mattress.
“Look at you. Look how well you’re taking me.” Her eyes snap to mine, slowly drifting down to where our bodies are locked together. Heat flashes through them, her nostrils flaring the tiniest bit when she sucks in a deep breath. She’s panting, eyes drifting closed again as she tries to think her orgasm into existence. She probably could, women are wild like that, but I know how to help, so I might as well.
Shifting up onto my knees, I grip hers and lift her legs, wrapping them around my hips. She takes the new angle, tipping her pelvis back so that her pussy practically sucks me in.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, trying my best to hold it in. I want to make her come before I blow my fucking load.
“Oh God,” she whispers. Her pussy starts to flutter around my dick. Thank God, because any more squeezing from her and I’m going to lose it. Slipping my hand between us, I put pressure right on that tight bundle of nerves, right where she needs it.
