Zaira felt her breath catch in her chest when Leonardo, without breaking his penetrating gray gaze, moved away from her center.
"Aah..." she whispered, barely a breath.
He grunted low, a primal sound that vibrated against his throat as he effortlessly lifted her into his arms, carrying her across the room.
Zaira clung to his neck, feeling the steady beat beneath his skin, the scent enveloping her, marking her. Each step he took echoed in her ears like a war drum.
Leonardo dropped her onto the bed, with a measured roughness, like a wolf depositing its prey.
The sheets rustled under her weight.
The ceiling spun above her head for a few seconds, but her vision focused on him: standing in front of the bed, finishing unbuttoning his shirt with a slowness that tortured her.
Every inch of exposed skin was a dangerous promise: the firm chest, marked by tense muscles; tattoos drawing a line until disappearing under his pants' belt. A scar crossed his abdomen, a mark that spoke of untold stories.
Zaira swallowed, feeling her mouth dry as her belly tightened with anticipation.
Leonardo tossed the shirt aside, and in two strides he was over her, covering her with his shadow.
His hands found the edge of the dress and slowly slid it upwards, undressing her inch by inch, while his lips explored the path: her trembling belly, the curve of her waist, the soft valley between her ribs.
Zaira gasped, arching her back against the bed, her body reacting to each caress as if her skin were gunpowder and Leonardo the spark that ignited it.
When the dress was finally crumpled around her waist, Leonardo sat up enough to look at her: the lace underwear barely covering her and very wet, her skin prickled, her eyes narrowed begging for something she couldn't name.
"You look beautiful like this..." he murmured, his voice raspy like worn velvet.
His fingers, firm but reverent, traced the line of her ribs, down towards her hips, squeezing her as if to memorize every curve.
Zaira let out a choked moan when she felt his lips on the inside of her thigh, his warm breath sliding towards areas where no man had ever touched in that way.
Leonardo gently nibbled on the sensitive skin, eliciting a spasm from her, before slowly sliding the fabric of her underwear down her legs.
The cold air brushed her naked intimacy, making her tremble.
Then, without warning, Leonardo leaned down and kissed her there, directly, shamelessly.
Zaira let out a broken cry, clinging to the sheets as if she could anchor her soul to something while her body arched involuntarily towards him.
Leonardo's tongue was relentless, slow and deep, exploring her, savoring her as if she were an exquisite delicacy.
Each movement sent waves of brutal pleasure that left her breathless, with tears clouding her eyes with pure intensity.
"Aaah..." she sobbed, her hips moving erratically against his mouth, her voice broken between pleas and moans.
Leonardo grunted something unintelligible against her skin, as if his desire were a monster that he could barely contain, and held her by the hips to dominate her tremors.
When Zaira was on the edge of the abyss, crying with need, he pulled away.
She groaned in protest, but had no time to beg.
Leonardo unbuckled his belt, lowered the zipper with an almost obscene sound in the silent room, and freed his heavy, thick erection, which throbbed with urgency.
Zaira looked at him with eyes dilated by desire, fear and fascination.
"Don't be afraid..." he whispered, caressing her face with an unexpected tenderness. "Tonight you will only know me... what I can make you feel."
And then, slowly, he settled between her legs.
The tip of his co** found her already wet and trembling entrance, barely touching it, teasing her.
Zaira let out a broken moan, her body begging for more.
With a stifled grunt, Leonardo pushed, entering her in a firm and deep movement that left her breathless.
Zaira let out a choked cry, clinging to his shoulders, feeling him fill her, claiming her from within.
He paused for a few seconds, panting against her neck, giving her time to get used to his size, to the overwhelming sensation of being possessed so completely and brutally.
"So tight, so perfect..." he murmured against her ear, his voice loaded with a savage pleasure that made her shudder.
When Zaira moved her hips, looking for more, Leonardo cursed and began to move.
The rhythm was slow at first, almost torturous, each deep thrust grazing a point inside her that made her see stars.
The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, their moans, their names whispered like prayers.
Leonardo kissed her desperately, alternating between her mouth, her neck, her breasts, leaving burning traces of his tongue and teeth on her sensitive skin.
The world disappeared.
Only the swaying of their bodies existed, the heat that enveloped them, the electricity that crackled in the air every time their eyes met.
When the rhythm became frantic, savage, Zaira felt something inside her break, a dam that broke under the unbearable intensity.
She screamed as she came, her body shaken by waves of brutal pleasure.
Leonardo followed shortly after, burying himself deeply, spilling inside her with a guttural grunt, trembling against her body as if she had been his condemnation and his salvation at the same time.
For long seconds, there were only ragged breaths, racing hearts, and the weight of their intertwined bodies.
Leonardo rested his forehead on hers, his eyes closed, his breath mingling.
Zaira felt warm tears slip down her temples, not knowing if they were from relief, fear, or the brutal intensity of what they had just shared.
He kissed them without a word, his lips collecting each tear with a devotion that disarmed her.
"Rest, doll," Leonardo whispered.
He didn't know what was happening to him, but Zaira hadn't been just another one in the bunch, with her everything had been different.
From the moment she stood up to him, it became difficult until the moment his body reacted to her with an overwhelming desire.
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