"Are you afraid, Leo?"
He was. But not of her.
He was afraid of what would happen if he surrendered to a desire that had already become oxygen.
Naiara's hand hovered dangerously close to his face.
He caught her wrist, his voice low and rough.
"Stop provoking me, Tigna. Stop now."
She didn't stop. A half-smile curved her lips, the kind that could set air on fire.
She wanted to be brave, to know if this man was only her bodyguard or something far, far more dangerous.
She stayed close enough to feel his breath.
One heartbeat. One breath.
He tilted his head slightly, a silent so you're insisting.
"Don't make me cross that line, Tigna. If I do, I won't stop."
She leaned closer, brushing against him. Her lips a whisper away.
"Do it."
The word was still in the air when Leo pushed her against the wall of the storeroom, squeezing Nay's wrists with one hand, big and powerful.
Leo's brain no longer connected, he reached a millimeter from Naiara's lips and hesitated for a moment, then he sank his tongue into her mouth with a fervor that belonged to animals, not to men.
Then he moved away for a moment, still holding her hands above her head and crushing her against the wall with his body, and said: "I'm holding back, Tigna. This is the time to say it, if you want me to stop."
In his eyes there were flames, a color that Nay had never seen.
"I..." she said, not even knowing what she wanted to say. He interrupted her: "Tell me what you want, Tigna. Tell me your limit but tell me now." She looked down, all the courage seemed to have vanished. He let go of her wrists with one hand, continuing to hold them with the other and pulled up her chin: "You guide me."
And a second later he was back on her mouth, kissing her on the neck, biting her on that skin that made him lose control.
Every now and then he looked into her eyes to be sure that she was there, that fear did not take control. That control that he could no longer tame.
From the neck it began to go down to the breast. He kissed her over the dress, hearing her moan under his touches and that sound was the closest thing to heaven he could imagine.
With his hand, he moved the bra away, kissing and sucking the turgid nipple.
Naiara was out of breath with pleasure, "Please" she said panting. With every whisper, with every breath of her, he licked and bit harder until Nay's legs began to tremble.
He moved the kisses lower, towards the belly while with his fingers he continued to torment her nipple. With the other hand, which had now left her wrists, he lifted the dress reaching the briefs.
He looked at her intensely and in a whisper asked her: "May I?" She nodded shyly then instead of taking off her panties, he moved them to the side, lifting the dress just enough to reveal that portion of skin that he needed to have.
He made a sound, that guttural sound he made when he fought with himself: "hum... Nay..." He kissed her inner thigh and she shuddered instinctively, he looked at her and gave a half smile, a smile of someone who knows well what he is doing and what emotion he is unleashing.
Continuing to kiss her, he moved closer and closer to the briefs, and with a finger he caressed her labia majora, taking time, driving her crazy. "Leo, please." He answered with his grunts of appreciation then looking at her he asked: "What do you want, Nay? Tell me."
She, confused by pleasure, replied: "I want you to kiss me... there."
He smiled showing his teeth and sank his tongue making her moan with pleasure, he kissed her like you kiss a mouth, with his tongue he caressed her clitoris increasing the rhythm more and more. Nay's legs were struggling to hold her so he took her by the waist and sat her down on the table and started kissing and sucking her again.
Leo brought a finger closer and looked at Nay to ask for approval. She nodded and he slowly stuck his finger between her small lips, going deep and began to move it without stopping licking her clitoris. He had understood that she was not yet ready for a complete report and he respected her too much, he wanted her too much for not respecting her times.
He will accelerate the pace, making her tremble, making her body twist in spasms. Nay didn't remember ever feeling something like that in her life, she knew he would want to make love to her but she wasn't ready yet. Leo's way of doing things, the way he touched her and gave her pleasure was almost unbearable. She felt the pleasure growing inside her and the more he looked at her always looking for his eyes for confirmation, the more she trusted him. This thought made her come one step away from orgasm and he noticed it immediately and without taking his mouth off, he whispered: "come for me, I want to hear you."
Those words made her reach the peak, her body squirmed and began to tremble but he slowed down: "tell me, Nay, tell me you're coming."
She got even more excited and with a thread of voice said: "please, let me come..."
He growled and accelerated the pace again, hitting the clitoris with even more vigor with the tip of his tongue.
The orgasm came violently, while Leo continued to lick her and give her pleasure with his fingers. A scream came out of her and he really had to fight with his nature not to take her right there, on that table.
Nay's body was still shaking when he lifted her up and kissed her intensely telling her: "feel your taste... it drives me crazy", she looked at him and without warning pushed him against the wall.
He wrinkled his eyebrows without understanding what she was about to do and she hinted at a half smile then began to kiss him on the neck, then on the chest, unbuttoning his shirt with each kiss, as he had done with her.
She kissed him on the pectorals, on the abs, enjoying that vision, that perfect physique. She kissed him on top of his pants, starting to unfasten his belt and lowering the zip.
Leo's breathing began to get fast, broken then he said: "are you sure?" She smiled and said: "Sshhh now it's your turn". She lowered his boxers letting out his powerful erection and Nay involuntarily said a word: "wow". He smiled and she began to place delicate kisses along the entire length making him shiver, then she took it in her mouth drawing circles with her tongue on the tip. He grunted loudly and grabbed her by the hair so as to give her the right rhythm. She clung to Leo's leg with one hand, feeling the tense muscles under the palm, the other hand wrapped it around the erection moving it in unison with her mouth.
She felt Leo's desire and excitement and this drove her crazy. Leo was attached to the wall, panting, while she looked at him. That exchange of glances excited him so much that he had the impression of bursting. Nay realized that Leo's breathing was accelerating and she increased the pace, mumbling with his pleasure, then she said: "I want to hear you too. Come for me, I want to taste you."
This was enough to make him explode in an overbearing and noisy orgasm. He came in her mouth and she, looking into his eyes, swallowed. He bent his head to the side and smiled smugly, always with his grunt, and kissed her with fervor, with desire still not completely satisfied.
The world outside was storm and thunder.
Inside, the storm had names.
Time stretched and shattered.
When it finally broke, silence filled the room, heavy, breathing.
Leo brushed a soft kiss on her lips, guilt and longing mixed in his tone.
"You're my ruin," he murmured.
For the first time, it didn't sound like a threat, but like surrender.
They sat on the floor, their backs to the wall.
The smell of rain and paint mixed in the air.
Naiara hugged her knees to her chest.
Leo sat beside her, breathing quietly, afraid to move too fast and shatter the fragile calm.
"Are you always afraid of everything?" he asked at last, his voice uncharacteristically soft.
She gave a small smile. "No. Only of things that remind me of him."
Leo stiffened. He didn't need a name.
"Your ex."
She nodded, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"I can't… completely let go. When someone touches me, sometimes I still feel the pain. Not outside. Inside. It's like I can't breathe."
Leo said nothing for a long moment. Then quietly: "When I touched you, I was terrified of that. Of hurting you without meaning to."
She turned to him. "You didn't. Not once. It's different with you."
A pause.
"With you, I don't feel used. I feel… chosen."
The words hit him like a blow.
He dropped his head, his fingers lacing behind his neck.
"I can't give you anything, Nay. I'm…"
He hesitated, voice breaking.
"I'm a man built on lies. And you deserve the truth."
Naiara shook her head, leaning closer.
"I don't want perfection, Leo. I just want to know that when you look at me, you're not thinking of something else."
He lifted his gaze. In his storm-colored eyes there was no defense left, only exhaustion, and desire.
"When I look at you, Tigna, I forget everything else. And that's exactly what scares me."
Naiara met his gaze. Then smiled, softly.
"Then I guess we're both afraid."