Chapter 50 His Filthy Mouth

• Leah’s face turned crimson as she bit her lip, trying to pull her hand away from his rock-hard bulge. But he only pressed against her palm harder, a deep, primal growl rumbling in his chest as he sought relief from the unbearable ache in his throbbing cock.
• "Touch me, amore mio," he rasped, his grip tightening around her wrist. With slow, deliberate force, he guided her hand down to his zipper, dragging it open. The sound of metal teeth parting erupted goosebumps across her skin. And then, without hesitation, he shoved her hand beneath the fabric, forcing her fingers over the thick, rigid heat straining against his boxers.
• "Fuck, baby… feel how painfully hard I am for you," he husked, his voice dripping with raw need. His hooded gaze burned into her as she unconsciously licked her dry lips, making his cock twitch beneath her touch.