The door to the private room slammed shut behind them, and Evelyn's heart was pounding in her chest. The air felt thick with tension, charged with the heat between them. Leo didn't waste a second. He backed her against the wall, his hands grabbing her waist, pulling her flush against him. She could feel every inch of him, hard and commanding.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" Leo's voice was low, his breath hot against her neck as his lips traced the curve of her skin. "You've been pretending like you don't, but I see the truth, Evelyn."
Evelyn's breath hitched as his hands roamed over her body, the touch burning through her clothes. The power in his movements was undeniable, each one a silent command. She could barely keep her thoughts straight, her body already betraying her. She wanted him—no more games, no more pretending.
"I'm done pretending, Leo," she whispered, her voice hushed but filled with a desperate need she couldn't suppress.
His lips found hers again, the kiss deep and hungry. He pushed her further into the room, his hands now lifting her up, pinning her against the bed. There was no hesitation now, no more walls between them. Just the raw desire that had been building for far too long.
Leo's lips left hers, trailing down her jaw, to the curve of her neck. "You're mine now," he growled, his voice thick with need. "And I'll make sure you know it."
Evelyn gasped as his hands slid under her dress, pushing the fabric up, revealing the soft skin of her thighs. She wanted to say something—anything—but all that came out was a breathless moan as he kissed her again, his lips devouring hers like he couldn't get enough.
This wasn't just about sex—it was about power. It was about claiming something. And Leo had always known how to take control.
His hands moved to her chest, gently massaging her, making her breath catch in her throat. "You're perfect," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Every inch of you. I've been waiting for this."
Evelyn's hands found his shirt, tugging it off of him as her lips traced the line of his jaw, down to his chest. She wanted to feel him, every part of him. She wanted to know what it was like to be with him completely.
"Leo…" she gasped, her hands slipping lower, her body craving the intensity he was offering.
He didn't wait for her to finish. His lips found hers again, and the world outside the room ceased to exist. All that mattered was the fire between them. And Evelyn was ready to burn.