Page 39 of Bound Enemies
Leontina did not need to belabor the point. It was already made. She wrapped both of her hands around his cock, one at the base and the next right on top of it, leaving her ample real estate to play with. She gripped him, then tilted her head back to find his gaze.
His dark eyes were glittering. Ferocious. His nostrils flared as he looked down the length of his own body to her kneeling there at his feet.
She kept her gaze fixed on him as she leaned forward and licked the tip of him, smiling when she felt a shudder go through him and the pulse she could feel in her hands kick into a higher gear.
Then she swirled her tongue around the thick head, like he was an ice cream cone, and sucked him into her mouth.
And then she did as she pleased.
She tasted him. She played with him. She moved her hands up and down his shaft as she worked the head, and was rewarded for this by the way he groaned and began to move his hips to meet her.
His hands ended up in her hair, guiding her as he slowly began to increase the speed of his thrusts. She could watch him as she did this, as she took what she wanted from him and gave him so much pleasure in return. Pau had his back against the slick shower wall, his head thrown back, and a look of such powerful intensity on his face that she could feel it between her own thighs.
In fact, the wilder his thrusts got, the more she felt it in her core, as if he was licking her himself.
And when he finally stiffened, then shouted out her name, he pumped himself into her mouth. Everything was salt and heat, and she drank him down greedily.
Then kissed him there, on that broad head, as she pulled away.
For a moment, they stayed like that. The water fell all over them. It made her hair seem darker, there against her skin. He was still holding a hand to her head, as if he hadn’t thought to let it drop. Or couldn’t quite make himself let go.
He still stood with his head thrown back, leaning against the wall. And Leontina found that watching this man when he couldn’t see her felt like a gift. He looked so much more approachable like this, sated and close, the bold lines of his face softer than when his eyes were open.
She remembered that night in the castle, when they’d both passed out after one of their wild, intense rounds and she’d woken up first. Maybe that was the first inkling she’d had that this was not going to be as simple or straightforward as she’d imagined it would be. As she’d told herself it would be.
After all, he was Pau Calixto. He was—famously—no monster. And Leontina had always known that a love match for her was unlikely. If her father got his way, she would have been sold off to the highest bidder—not exactly a recipe for tenderness.
She had studied the guest list for the wedding obsessively and had settled on Pau almost immediately. It had been a bonus that he was the potential partner her father had most wanted to impress, but she would have chosen him anyway. She had known he wouldn’t hurt her the way the men her farther chose for her would. She had known he was admired for his moral compass and considered a good man among too many sharks.
If a girl had to marry a stranger, she’d thought that night, she could do a lot worse than finding a way to make that stranger be this one.
But now, here in this hot, steamy shower with the taste of him on her tongue, she wondered if the truth was that she’d fallen in love with him there and then.
His hand dropped from her head and she missed it immediately. He straightened from the wall and his eyes opened, then zeroed in on her at once.
And if she was expecting to see some kind of softening there, some kind of hope, she was sorely mistaken.
He looked more fiercely forbidding than he ever had.
“Pau,” she began.
He only shook his head, something deeply ferocious in the gesture, and stalked from the shower, leaving her there.
For a long while, Leontina wasn’t sure that she could breathe.
She didn’t hear his footsteps as he left the bathroom and the suite beyond, but she knew he was gone.
Eventually, she got to her feet. She turned off the water and got out of the shower, then took her time toweling herself dry. Maybe she was pretending that if she went back into the bedroom, he would be there waiting—but she knew he wouldn’t be. He wasn’t.
She stood there, her feet on the stone floor, the moonlight dancing its way through the windows, and her heart like a cement block in her chest.
It was almost worse that she knew, deep down, that he hadn’t left the estate. He likely hadn’t left the house. Pau was far too conscious of his responsibilities for that. He just didn’t want to be nearher.
Leontina thought she ought to react to this more dramatically, to match the wild mess inside her. Sob and scream, perhaps. Fling herself onto the floor, and salt the stone with her tears. Maybe rend her own nightgown, tear her hair, and any other expression of grief she could come up with.
But she did none of those things. She turned to the bed instead, climbed into it, and pulled the covers around her. Then she curled up into a ball, hugging her belly close.
And for a long while, that was all she did. She breathed. She hugged herself. She let her mind spin out where it would.
