All Chapters of Spicy Hot : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

 LéonHer fingers around my wrist. That infinitesimal pressure, barely conscious. She's still asleep, but part of her is awake, felt me arrive, recognized me.I don't pull my hand away.Time stretches, suspended. The light strips on the bed change imperceptibly, slide from the pillow to her bare shoulders. Night falls, the room sinks into the blue of dusk. I don't move. I don't turn on the light. Just breathing is enough. Watching her is enough.Her eyelids flutter. A long beat of lashes. Her eyes open, lost at first, then they find mine. She doesn't startle. Doesn't pull her hand away. Her lips part in a nascent, sleepy, offered smile.— You're back, she breathes. It's an observation. A happy statement.— I'm back.My voice is hoarse. I barely spoke all afternoon. Just the essentials, the mechanical. True words have accumulated, packed at the back of my throat. Too many, too heavy. I let only one pass,

 Kassian LéonI don't sleep that night.Not really. I stay awake in the big bed, listening to her breathe, watching the darkness slowly pale towards dawn. She sleeps, peaceful, her hair spread on the pillow like a signature. One hand resting on my empty spot, as if even in her sleep, she's seeking the warmth I took away.I should be appeased.I'm not.It's worse than before. Worse than the waiting, worse than the uncertainty. Now that I know, now that I've tasted, now that I've heard my name in her mouth at the moment she abandoned herself, I'm hungrier than ever.A wolf's hunger. A beast's hunger.---Six-thirty. I'm in my dressing room, choosing a charcoal grey suit, a navy-blue tie. Mechanical, precise gestures. I could do it with my eyes closed.I go back to the bedroom.She's changed position. She's on her stomach, one arm hanging off the bed, the sheets slipped low over her hips. The grey

 Kassian LéonDawn is a blade of grey light cutting through the darkness, slipping between the curtains to shatter against her bare shoulder. I watch her. That's all I do. For how long now? An hour? Two? Sleep has fled me like a coward, leaving me alone with the sound of her breathing, the weight of her head on my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine.She sleeps. Deeply. Her lips are slightly parted, her lashes form two perfect crescents on her cheeks, her hair is a dark mess on the white pillow. She is beautiful. With a beauty that hurts, that tightens the throat, that burns behind the eyes.Everything.The word still echoes in my head. I said it. I let it out. I hadn't planned it, calculated it, controlled it. It came, simply, like a truth that could no longer be silenced.She said same for me.I close my eyes. Breathe. Her scent overwhelms me, mixed with that of the night, of us. I should sleep. I should enjoy th

 Kassian LéonI don't wait. I lift her, her legs wrap around my waist, her back against the marble wall. It's cool against her hot skin, I feel her shiver. Then I enter her, in one thrust, deep, perfect.She cries out. A short cry, muffled by my mouth on hers. I kiss her deeply, as I move inside her, as the water hits us, streams between our bodies, unites us even more.It's different from earlier. More animal, more urgent. The wall is cold, the water is hot, she is burning. She tightens around me, squeezes, drains me. Her nails in my shoulders, her moans in my mouth, her legs trembling around me.— I love you, she whispers.The words cut through the noise of the water, cut through the noise of our bodies, cut through everything. I hear them. I receive them. I keep them.I don't answer. I can't. Not yet. But I move harder, faster, deeper. I look into her eyes, I watch her come, I watch her shatter against me. And I