Chapter 7 - The Heat in the Storm
The kiss was slow, deep, and intoxicating.
Leandro kissed her like a starving man reaching water. His tongue met hers with a desperate, heavy hunger, his hands sliding up her back to pull her impossibly closer. Clare let out a soft sigh into his mouth, tangling her fingers into his short, dark hair.
The contrast between them was breathtaking—his rough, scarred strength against her soft, lush curves. But there was no fear, only an explosive, mutual desire that had been building since the moment he asked her to dance.
Leandro lifted her easily, setting her down on the edge of the large wooden dining table, stepping between her thighs.
"Tell me to stop, Clare," he growled against her neck, his lips biting softly along her pulse point. "Tell me now, or I won't be able to."
"Don't stop," Clare gasped, holding his broad shoulders tight. "Please, Leandro..."
His hands moved to the zipper of her navy dress, pulling it down smoothly. The silk fabric fell away, exposing her soft, porcelain skin and the dark lace of her brassiere.
Leandro pulled back for a second, his ice-blue eye devouring her body with intense reverence. His hand stroked her hip, tracing the plush curve of her waist.
"You are perfection," he whispered, his voice thick with raw passion. "Every inch of you."
He bent down, pressing hot, lingering kisses down her chest, over her stomach, making her arch into his touch with breathless moans. Clare pulled at his shirt, unbuttoning it with trembling hands, revealing his massive, sculpted chest covered in dark hair and silver combat scars.
He picked her up in his arms and carried her down the hall into his master suite.
The bed was vast, covered in dark silk sheets. Leandro laid her down with extreme care, as if she were made of precious glass. He shed the rest of his clothes, his intimidating, powerful form fully revealed in the soft golden light of the bedroom.
When he covered her body with his, Clare felt the immense weight and heat of him. He was patient, taking his time to explore every curve of her body, kissing away every lingering insecurity she had ever felt about herself.
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When he finally entered her, a long, deep groan escaped his throat. Clare held onto his scarred back, riding the waves of intense, breathtaking pleasure as he moved inside her with steady, powerful thrusts.
They brought each other to a shattering release under the roaring timber rafters, bound together by a passion that consumed them completely.
