"Let me have you... just for tonight, Celine," Leonard whispered her name sliding off his lips like warm honey as they lay tucked beneath the duvet.
Leonard had her pulled into his chest, her body snug against the solid wall of his own protectively. Each breath he took was slow and intentional, she felt the intensity with restraint.
She panicked because she tried so hard to conceal all the intensity rising within her. Trying to speak was out of the equation, her words suddenly took a break.
"I need to go... now, sir," She managed to spill her voice almost whisper.
At just the word "sir," he let in a breath through his nose. It was calm but carried quite a magnitude.
He examined her face as if he were searching for a perfect spot to start from. He leaned in, causing her to feel his rough breath in her ears as he breathed in and out.
"Say my name" he muttered. The air she felt in her ear sent a shiver down her spine.
His tone wasn't a plea. It was gentle, but intertwined with command.
His eyes storm grey, sharp and burning meandered her face with painful hunger. In slow motion, he brought his hand to brush away a slack strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ears gently.
Leonard was alluring in every sense. Tall, broad-shouldered, giving off power that need not be spoken about. A couple of years of discipline had created power in every line of him. His warmth leaked slowly into her, tight muscles underneath her tips a silent reminder of his restraint. His skin was warm against hers.
Slowly he aimed for her bralette handle but she seized his hand immediately, he paused and gently put her hand away locking it down with his hand to the bed. He used his other hand to continue his business. Taking off her bralette, her silky gown remained to protect her breasts.
Celine moaned.
The neat, pungent, certain male scent of him crawled into her lungs like something she was beginning to fall in love with.
"Leonard..." She managed to call out his name, shifting in her position, he laid above her looking straight into her eyes. She tried forcing a space between their bodies, but it was a useless effort. She looked at his eyes, they appeared long gone.
He kissed her neck, slowly from the upper region to the lower side. "Marking my territory," he whispered.
Celine bit her lower lip as her fingers curled into the sheet.
"You don't need to deny the feeling mama," his voice still a whisper, causing adrenaline to run through her body. "I see it. I feel it. Don't deny your body from what it wants... You want me Celine. And I want you more."
His hand located the lean strap of her dress, tips slowly brushing her skin before letting the fabric down her shoulder exposing firm even breasts, he pressed his face against her chest. He exposed her inch by inch, as he savored the unveiling, his touch was intentionally slow, like he knew exactly how to break her resistance.
A shiver came through her, betraying her despite her disapproval.
"This isn't right." she whispered, her throat tight ... "I work for you". This ...this crosses a line."
He let out a low sinful chuckle.
"Then let me cross it..." His voice was a dare.
Her breath seized for a while, and Leonard took a solid position, he pulled her closer and gently laid her placing her on her back not ready to give up, not this time around.
"I don't think you get it Celine?" he started slowly with a low voice, almost unheard, swallowed by the air between them, as his lips hovered just over her collarbone.
"I've imagined this moment for too long, it's in my head Celine, I cannot work properly anymore. Every time I see you, every time I hear you speak, this moment has been replaying in my mind. Not as your boss, but just to serve you like this... exactly like the Celine."
His hand trailed down her arm again, He was carefully studying every part of her to take charge and subdue, he had been consumed by her.
Her chest tightened, his confession was unexpected. All she wanted to do at that moment was to stop, to pull away, and remain conscious of the boundaries she had promised to keep. But that wasn't the case anymore, for a moment her body was against her will, her body wanted him but she tried to push back.
"This is not... right sir... can you not...?" she begged, barely audible, her voice cracking trying so hard to say something but everything she wanted to say she just couldn't, and the little she tried to say fell on deaf ears.
He leaned in, his breath fresh and warm against her body.
"I'm not seeking permission, Celine. I'm telling you how it is. And tonight... I want you, and I am going to have you." he said, his voice filled with command.
The room seemed to capture its breath as their eyes interlocked, his intentions unwavering, and hers, wide with a mix of fear, and developing desire.
The choice lingered between them, fragile and strong. Would she cross over the line with him tonight? Or would the dawn bring them back into reality where rules ruled and hearts stayed in check?
Leonard's fingers found hers, intertwining with a quiet certainty.
"Celine… I want only a taste of you, ," he breathed again, this time around it was softer, "just for tonight."
She let out a soft unconscious moan, her voice unsteady.
Leonard drew her closer to his face. After months of yearning glances and near misses, he could finally feel her warmth in his arms.
"Gabe... Riella" she moaned, her words breaking as his fingers traced the waistband of her pants, brushing over her sensitive skin, and almost halfway to her vagina.
Her small hand caught his wide palm, curling around it. "You... you're engaged," she said, her tone a resistance and half-hearted protest.
Leonard smiled, then he leaned without uttering a word.
Subconsciously he kissed her, her eyes widened.
Gently he slipped his finger into her.
Celine let out a high-pitched moan. Like though she was in pain.
His body was warm and solid against hers.. He removed his finger from her, causing his finger to drip, a wet mixture of her vagina discharge and tiny traces of blood.
"A virgin." He exclaimed under his breath with a partial smile.
What followed was an intoxicating expression. His lips trailed down her neck, slow and deliberate, until they found her belly button, and he slid down through to her vagina letting his mouth do the perfect job.
Her breath paused. Her moans grew louder and louder, more intense, gradually she gave up and finally wrapped her arms tightly around his head.
He murmured from beneath her skin,
"There's no other woman for me. Just one... Celine Mogul my only din..ner...desire."