Page 61 of The Serpent's Bride
Heat flooded every inch of my body. His hand slid lower against my waist possessively, dragging me tighter against him while his mouth moved hotter and rougher against mine with every passing second. Like he was losing control exactly the way he promised he would.
My fingers tangled helplessly in his dark hair. Leo kissed me deeper. Until I couldn’t think anymore. Until my body melted beneath his completely. Until all I wanted was more.
Then his mouth left mine. I gasped softly, chasing after him instinctively. Leo stared down at me breathing hard, his lips swollen from kissing me while his eyes burned almost violently now.
“Jesus Christ, Chiara.”
My chest rose shakily beneath him. “What?”
His hand spread against my stomach possessively.
“What do you think happens if I get you pregnant?” he asked softly.
The words slammed into me and my breath caught. Leo looked almost dazed now. Gone. Like the kiss ruined his ability to think straight. His gaze dropped lower over my body beneath him.
“You’d look so fucking beautiful carrying my baby,” he murmured roughly, almost to himself. “Full of my seed. My child.”
Heat and shock crashed through me simultaneously. Leo’s eyes lifted back to mine slowly.
“I think about it constantly,” he admitted quietly. “Breeding you. Watching your body swell with my baby.” His hand tightened slightly against my stomach. “Keeping you so full of me you can’t think about another man again.”
My pulse went wild. The possessiveness in his voice should’ve terrified me. Instead it made heat curl violently low in my stomach. The dark smile that spread slowly across his face looked downright sinful.
Leo’s dark smile faded slowly. Not completely. Just enough for restraint to creep painfully back across his face. Like he’d remembered something important. Or dangerous.
His hand stayed spread possessively against my stomach while his breathing slowly steadied above me, but I could feel the shift in him. The tension. The effort it took to pull himself back under control after the things he’d just whispered against my mouth.
Breeding you.
The words echoed through my head hot enough to make my entire body ache. I stared up at him breathlessly, lips swollen from kissing him, chest rising too fast beneath his body. I could still taste him on my tongue. Whiskey. Sin. Heat. And God, I wanted more. I wanted everything.
Another kiss. His hands all over me. His mouth lower on my body. I wanted him to stop holding back.
“Leo,” I whispered shakily. “Don’t stop now.”
His eyes shut briefly like hearing his name from my mouth physically hurt him now. “Stop.”
The word came out rough. A dark warning. But I was too far gone to care anymore.
I slid my hands slowly up his tattooed arms again, feeling hard muscle flex beneath warm skin while moonlight poured silver across black ink and sharp lines. Leo inhaled sharply through hisnose the second my nails grazed lightly over his shoulders. That tiny reaction made heat spiral lower in my stomach.
“You were just talking about putting a baby in me,” I whispered. “And now you’re saying no?”
A rough curse left him in Italian before he spoke my name, his voice breaking. “Chiara…”
“You started this,” I accused him.
“No.” His eyes opened again slowly, dark and dangerous. “You started this when you begged me to kiss you.”
Heat flooded my cheeks. But not enough to stop me. Because the terrifying truth was I wanted him even more now after kissing him. One kiss from Leo Moretti felt like a drug. Addictive and ruinous. Not enough. Never enough.
I shifted slightly beneath him, and the hard length of him pressed hotter against my thigh through the sheets. Leo groaned quietly. My pulse fluttered violently.
“Please,” I whispered again. “Please, do what you want with me. Please.”
His jaw tightened hard. “That word is becoming a fucking problem.”
“Then touch me so I stop begging,” I said.
