Leon's POV
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My body trembled with the effort of holding back, but there was no more restraint left in me. Her weight on my lap, the heat of her thighs straddling me, her lips swollen from our kiss.
she was fire itself, and I was done pretending I could control the blaze.
With a guttural sound I didn't recognize as my own, I seized her mouth again, devouring her. My tongue pushed past her lips, tasting her whimper. Her hips grinding against me—sending a surge of electricity up my spine that nearly broke me apart.
My hands roamed freely now, no longer gentle. One gripped her waist, pulling her tighter into me until she could feel the hard evidence of what she was doing to me. The other slid up the curve of her back, pushing under, desperate to feel more.
She gasped into my mouth when my palm slid higher, over the swell of her breast. The sound drove me insane. I kneaded gently at first, then harder when her body arched into my touch. Her nipples hardened under the thin barrier of her dress, and I rolled one between my fingers.
"Leon…" Her voice cracked against my mouth, a moan and a plea tangled together.
She pressed harder into me, rubbing herself against my length through layers of fabric.
My head fell back against the leather seat with a sharp groan as I gripped her waist to guide her movement, forcing her to grind harder against me.
Her lips left mine only to trail to my jaw, my throat, biting, kissing, marking me. Each sigh from her mouth was gasoline on the fire raging inside me.
I couldn't stop.
My hand slid down from her waist to her thigh, then lift her dress. The soft silk of her skin made my fingers ache to touch more, until I reached the thin lace covering the heat between her legs.
She jolted, gasping sharply, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"You're drenched.." I hissed into her ear, my finger pressing lightly against the damp fabric, teasing her.
Her answer was a breathless moan, her body pushing down into my touch.
I pushed the lace aside and finally slid my fingers over her bare heat. The slickness coating my skin made my teeth grit in restraint. I circled her clit once, slowly, and she cried out, her forehead pressing into my neck as her hips bucked helplessly against my hand.
"You're going to make me lose my mind." Her whimpers were growing louder.
I slipped a finger inside her—tight, hot, clenching around me—and she nearly screamed.
I added another finger, stretching her, pumping slowly at first, then faster as her body writhed against me. She bit my shoulder to muffle her cries, her entire body trembling as she rode my hand.
And then she whispered against my skin, broken and pleading—
"Leon… I want. Now."
The sound of those words snapped the last chain of restraint inside me.
I yanked her harder against me, undoing my belt with one hand, freeing myself with a rough, desperate motion.
My length pressed against her soaked entrance, throbbing, aching for her. I looked into her eyes—blazing, hungry, unafraid—and knew there was no going back.
I thrust into her in one slow, deep stroke.
Her cry echoed in the car, her body clenching around me so tight I nearly lost myself instantly.
"Hmh.." I growled into her mouth, biting her lower lip as I began to move, each thrust harder, deeper, claiming her, drowning in her.
Every sound she made, every gasp, every moan—burned into me like a brand.
And in that speeding car, with the city lights streaking past, she wasn't weak, she wasn't broken—she was wild, untamed, begging for more.
And I gave her everything.
Her walls clenched around me, pulling me deeper, dragging a guttural curse from my throat. Every thrust sank into her heat, her slickness coating me, making it impossible to think of anything but how tight, how wet,
how perfect she felt around me.
"You're so big.." She whispers between her moans, unashamed. She clung to me, arms tight around my neck, her nails carving crescents into my skin.
"Leon—ahh—deeper… please…" Her voice was desperate, begging me not to stop.
I buried my face in her throat, biting her soft skin as I slammed into her again, harder this time, burying myself to the hilt. The car rocked with the force of it, leather seats groaning beneath us.
She cried out, the sound echoing in the enclosed space, and the vibration of it against my ear nearly snapped my control.
My hand gripped her thigh, pulling it higher around my waist, opening her up more, forcing her to take every inch of me.
I pressed my thumb to her clit, circling hard and fast while I drove into her.
"Le—Leon—" Her voice cracked, her walls fluttering around me.
I didn't stop.
I did her harder, faster, giving her no escape from the pleasure, my thumb relentless on her swollen clit. She writhed in my lap, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream before it broke into sobbing moans.
And then she shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her like a storm, her body convulsing, thighs clamping around me as she cried out my name.
I felt her clench so tight around me I nearly lost it, her wetness flooding over my thing, coating me, dripping down onto me.
I couldn't hold back anymore.
With a growl torn from the pit of my chest, I slammed into her one final time, burying myself as deep as possible.
My release hit me like fire, spilling hot inside her, pulsing through me in violent waves as I groaned her name against her mouth.
She kissed me through it—messy, desperate, teeth and tongue—still trembling around me as aftershocks tore through her.
I held her tight against me, still buried inside her, not wanting to let go.
"Sherina…" I whispered against her lips, my voice wrecked, raw.
"You'll never escape me now."
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By the time we reached my private residence, her body was trembling in my arms—weak, exhausted, yet burning with a hunger that hadn't dimmed. Her dress disheveled beyond repair, I covered her with my coat and carried her inside without hesitation, ignoring my men and Minho's bowed head as he closed the door behind us.
This place was mine alone, And now—hers.
The house was silent except for her shaky breathing and my heavy footsteps. Room after room passed in a blur until I kicked open the door of my private chamber—the place no one but me had ever entered.
I laid her down on the bed—silk sheets, black and cool against her flushed skin. For a moment I just stood there above her, my chest heaving, veins burning with restraint I didn't have anymore.
She stared up at me with that look that cut me open—pleading, craving, daring.
"Leon…" Her whisper dragged me closer than any chains could.
I tore my shirt open, the buttons scattering to the floor, and climbed over her like a predator.
My mouth crashed onto hers, devouring her lips, her tongue, her breath, as my hand slid down, gripping her thigh hard enough to leave bruises.
She gasped against me as I dragged her legs apart, pressing my thing against her entrance—still wet, still twitching from the last time.
I smirked darkly. "Say my name again..."
"L.. Leon" She whimpered
And with one ruthless thrust, I split her open again.
Her scream tore through the house, as I drove myself deep inside her.
I didn't give her time to recover—I set a punishing rhythm, hard and relentless, each thrust shoving her higher on the bed, the sheets twisting beneath her.
Her walls clamped down on me like a vice, wet and greedy, pulling me deeper every time I tried to pull back.
"Fuck, Sherina…" I growled into her neck, biting hard enough to mark her.
"Do you have any idea how many nights I've dreamed of taking you like this?"
She clawed at me, nails raking my skin, leaving trails of fire.
"Then take me.. As many times as you please" she cried, her voice breaking.
Those words snapped the last thread holding me back. I growled, sweat dripping from my body onto hers, my mouth claiming her breasts, sucking, biting, marking her as mine.
She convulsed beneath me, her walls tightening, fluttering, milking me mercilessly.
I snarled against her ear, my thrusts wild now, chasing both our releases.
"Scream for me."
And she did.
Her climax tore through her, her back arching off the bed, her scream raw, primal, echoing in my private walls.
Her tightness squeezed me so brutally I couldn't hold back—I came with a guttural roar, spilling deep inside her, thrusting through it until every drop was inside her.
I collapsed beside her, pulling her against my chest, still buried inside her, not letting go. My breath was harsh, ragged, as I pressed my lips to her temple.
And the way she looked at me—spent, trembling, lips curving into a faint smile—told me she already knew.
Her body was still trembling when I pulled out of her, but I didn't let her rest long.
Watching my seed drip from her swollen folds lit another fire in me.
I flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass in the air, her face pressed into the sheets.
Her voice was shaking "Leon… please…let me rest a bit"
But i didn't stop. I couldn't.
Lining myself up, pressing the head of my thing against her soaked entrance. With a savage thrust, I slammed into her from behind, making her scream into the pillow. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her back into me as I pounded into her relentlessly, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room.
Her walls tightened around me again, her cries filling the night. My hips slammed harder, faster, until the bed itself creaked like it would collapse. Her body shook violently, collapsing forward, but I held her up, fucking her through it, my own climax building like an explosion in my veins.
When I finally came again, spilling deep inside her, filling her until it spilled down her thighs.
I collapsed over her back, panting, still buried inside, holding her trembling body against mine. Her whimpers softened into weak moans, her fingers clutching at my arm like a lifeline.
I kissed the back of her neck, whispering in a voice raw and broken:
"You have no idea how much you drive me crazy"
I granted her a moment's rest, yet I could not stop myself from devouring her smooth, sweaty skin, my lips wandered reverently across the silken length of her back, savoring her as though she were the sweetest offering ever placed before me.
'For how long have I waited for this moment? To claim you as mine again… even without certainty, I waited, like a starving dog aching only for you. And now—I will not restrain myself any longer. I'll show you how mad I am for you, and I'll make sure you never forget it, not for the rest of your life.'
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The sight of her sprawled across my sheets—her skin marked with my teeth, her thighs slick with my release—was too much.
I grabbed her wrist, dragging her back onto my lap as I sat against the headboard.
"I'm not finished.." My voice came out low, dangerous. My thing, still hard, pressed against her entrance, sliding along her folds.
"Leon…" she whispered, half-plea, half-surrender.
I gripped her hips and slammed her down on me.
Her scream tore from her throat, impaled on me, her body twitching as I filled her to the hilt again.
"You look so beautiful on top of me," I whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my smile faint but unable to hide the hunger in my eyes.
She shook, trying, moving her hips, but she was too weak.
I smirked, gripping her ass, and began thrusting up into her myself—deep, brutal strokes that had her bouncing helplessly, her breasts spilling from the torn straps of her dress.
"I have loved you," I growled, my teeth sinking into her collarbone until her cry broke the air.
"Even when you were far from me, I loved you still."
I flipped her back onto the bed, dragging her legs over my shoulders, folding her in half as I pounded into her mercilessly. Her screams filled the house—raw, unrestrained, shameless.
The sheets were soaked, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to the air. My marks covered every inch of her—her neck, her breasts, her thighs.
Her body broke apart under me, climax after climax ripping through her, leaving her shaking, sobbing, begging.
She ruined me.
And I would ruin her too.
I wanted her to remember this night every time she looked in the mirror.
Because for four years, I remembered her every time I looked at myself.
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I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my other hand wrapping around her breast, forcing her eyes to meet mine as I drove into her harder, faster, deeper—until her voice shattered into cries.
"Say it," I snarled, my forehead pressed to hers.
"My name.."
Tonight, I'll make damn sure you remember—it was me you begged,
not him...
"Le—Leon" she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Leon....Hak"
That was all it took.
My release exploded inside her, flooding her once more, my roar muffled against her lips as I kissed her savagely, pouring every ounce of possession, fury, and devotion into that single moment.
When I finally collapsed beside her, she was trembling.
I dragged her against my chest, whispering hoarsely against her ear:
"I'll make sure you'll never walk away from me after this."
Hours blurred into each other.
I took her on the bed, against the wall, even on the floor when I dragged her down with me, unable to stop.
She cried, she begged, but every time she said my name, every time her nails scratched into my skin, I lost control again.
By the time dawn light crept through the curtains, she was asleep in my embrace, her breath soft against my chest as I held her close with both arms, unwilling to let go, her body marked with my bites, my fingerprints, her skin glistening with sweat as i kiss her damp hair.
I couldn't stop staring at her face as she slept, her lashes damp with the ghost of tears. Even in her weakness, she was still the same—beautiful, burning flame.
And if every touch meant being burned, then I would gladly burn for her again and again.