Chapter 52: Surrender To Desire

Bekka caught Leo’s coat and pulled him across the terrace, refusing another second of distance between their bodies.

Snow drifted beyond the railing while heat gathered between their bodies against the cold air.

"No more running, Bekka," he murmured, unbuckling her gauntlets while her arms remained locked around his neck without hesitation.

"I’m done running," she gasped, letting the bio-alloy gauntlets clatter onto the deck boards before locking her arms around his neck.

She pulled his head down, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss that tasted of alpine frost and pent-up longing.

Bekka groaned into his throat, grinding her hips against his pelvis with the relentless drive of a competitive fighter.

"I’ve wanted this since the night you intercepted that van in District 8," she whispered against his lips, nipping his lower jaw.

"You vanished into shadow looking smug, leaving me shouting alone at an empty street afterward."

"You looked cute when you were angry," he teased, his hands sliding down her back to rest on her hips.

"Cute?" Bekka scoffed, smiling breathlessly while her fingers threaded through his hair near his neck.

"I was ready to break your nose using the fastest knee I possessed back then."

"And now, what are you ready to do with that dangerous knee?" Leo asked while holding her closer.

"Now I want you breaking every defense I’ve kept between us right here," Bekka whispered.

Her vest waited beside the railing where impatience sent it moments earlier without another thought.

He unclasped her sports top, dropping it onto the lounger cushions to reveal her perky tits to the night.

Her nipples beaded instantly in the alpine chill, swelling as his palms kneaded the toned curves of her chest.

"Ah... Leo..." she cursed through her teeth, arching her back as his thumbs rolled across her hardened peaks.

"Do you like that, hero?" Leo asked, kissing the curve beneath her throat once more.

"Fuck yes," Bekka breathed, driving her fingernails into the muscles across his shoulders with hunger.

"Don’t go easy because I’m smaller, or I’ll make you regret every gentle touch afterward."

"I wouldn’t dream of it," he chuckled, scooping her up by her thighs and laying her down on the wide terrace lounger.

He dropped between her knees, opening her combat pants before pulling them past her calves and bare feet.

Her dancer legs were long and toned, glistening in the starlight as she opened herself to him without hesitation.

"Put your mouth on me, Leo," she commanded, opening her legs wider while heat crossed her cheeks and chest.

"Show me what your mouth does when one of your girls asks you properly," she ordered through a shaking breath.

He leaned down and buried his face between her smooth thighs, pressing his lips to her dripping slit.

When his tongue flicked across her swollen clit, Bekka let out a sharp cry and bucked her hips off the lounger.

"Shit, ah!" she cried, gripping his hair while her thighs closed around his neck and held him against her.

"Stay there, Bekka," he said against her skin, keeping her open while his tongue continued its work below.

He held her waist firmly, pinning her pelvis to the cushion while his tongue maintained a rapid, demanding pace on her nub.

Her cunt was soaked, weeping juices down her inner thighs as he slid two long fingers into her channel.

Bekka groaned, cursing through her teeth while his knuckles drove inside her with steady force and rising pressure.

"Harder, give me more," she pleaded, grinding against his mouth while need sharpened every movement through her body.

Her heel slipped from the frosted lounger, and cold air crossed her calf during the grind without warning.

She let out a startled yelp, followed by a breathless, self-conscious laugh as she pulled her foot back onto the pad.

"Damn snow," Bekka laughed, flushing as she pulled her foot toward the cushion and recovered her balance beside him.

"My footing becomes terrible whenever you put that mouth between my thighs and refuse to stop," she admitted.

"Your footing is perfect right where it is," he said with a grin, holding her ankles over his shoulders.

"Focus on what my hands are doing, because your footing isn’t saving you now anyway."

"I’m trying," she gasped, clawing the lounger while his fingers increased their pace inside her again without warning.

He surged back into her cunt with his fingers, curling them deep into her front wall while sucking her clit.

Bekka threw her head back, her throat tightening as a ferocious wave of pleasure tore through her core.

"Leo, I’m breaking, fuck!" she screamed through clenched teeth while her legs shook around him.

Her cunt clamped down on his fingers in a crushing grip, flooding his hand in gushing streams of wet cream.

She shuddered for ten seconds, her breath coming in ragged pants before she slumped back against the cushions.

He withdrew his fingers and kissed her stomach, rising while her legs trembled against him through each breath.

Bekka opened her eyes, looking up at the rigid eight-inch cock straining against his briefs with fierce hunger.

"My turn," Bekka growled, leaving the lounger before dropping to her knees before him while hunger sharpened her stare.

She pulled his briefs down, freeing his thick shaft into the cool night air with an appreciative gasp.

"Look at this beast," she murmured, wrapping both hands around his base to stroke the hot skin upward.

"You like what you see, Kestrel?" he asked, watching hunger spread across her face beneath his waiting gaze.

"I love it," she answered, leaning in to drag her tongue across the dark head and lapping up the drop of pre-cum.

"Take it, Bekka," he told her, keeping one hand behind her head while watching her response from above.

She opened her mouth around the crown, taking him deeper until her breath broke against his skin below.

Leo groaned as her mouth tightened around him, forcing his hand against the lounger behind him for balance.

Bekka bobbed her head with athletic rhythm, her cheeks drawing in tight as she took five inches on every plunge.

She watched his face while stroking the exposed base, demanding every reaction without releasing the rhythm her mouth maintained.

Her throat worked around each descent, sending broken sounds across the terrace while his restraint thinned beneath her.

Leo held her hair while the suction pulled another groan from him and stripped away his remaining control.

"Bekka, get on your feet," he ordered, lifting her until their bodies pressed together and her legs steadied.

"I want every part of you pressed against me while you keep asking," he said.

She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her damp body flush against his torso as their mouths met in another bruising kiss.

He pressed her back against the lounger, lining his cock between the soft channel of her tits and slick thighs.

He drove his shaft forward, rubbing his length through her cleavage while sliding his palms along her inner legs.

"Ah... you feel so hot between my tits..." she moaned, squeezing her breasts together with her forearms to trap him.

He pumped his hips in a tight, friction-filled cadence, kissing her mouth deeply as their breaths mingled in clouds of steam.

Bekka whimpered against his mouth, grinding upward until her cunt dragged along his thigh again.

"Leo, please," she begged against his mouth, letting each word shake between their joined breaths.

"Take me inside the bedroom, because I need your cock inside my pussy right now."

"You want me to bury it deep?" he asked, looking down while her breathing broke beneath his gaze.

"Yes, damn it, and stop making me repeat what you already understand about my body," she cried against his mouth.

"Carry me inside and fuck me until walking becomes tomorrow’s impossible problem for us both, please," Bekka demanded.

Leo lifted her off the lounger, cradling her bare body in his arms as he kicked the terrace door open.

"Your wish is my command, hero," he answered with a fierce smile, carrying her toward the master suite.