​Scarlett’s POV

​We both stayed still for a long heartbeat, letting the shock of the penetration settle. Leo let out a choked sob, burying his face in the crook of my neck. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

​"I have you," he whispered, his voice broken. "I finally fucking have you."

​He paused, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his gaze searching mine with a mix of desperation and care.

​"Are you okay, love?" he asked softly.

​I nodded, unable to find my words through the knot of emotion in my throat. I squeezed his shoulders, pulling him back down to me, needing him to know I was okay.

​Satisfied, he began to move.

​At first, it was slow, agonizingly deep grinds that made me see stars. Every time he pulled out nearly to the tip before sliding back in, I felt the friction ignite my pussy until the pain vanished, replaced by a roaring, pleasurable feeling. He was massive, filling me so completely that I felt every pulse of his cock against my inner walls.

​The pace quickened. Leo lost the battle with his restraint, his thrusts becoming hard and rhythmic, the sound of our skin slapping together raw and loud in the quiet room. I was tossing my head from side to side, my moans turning into high-pitched moans of pleasure as he hit a spot deep inside me that made my toes curl.

​"Leo!!" I screamed, my fingers digging into the muscles of his back, my nails drawing red crescents on his skin.

​He was relentless, his cock hammering into me, marking me with every stroke. I could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil in my gut that was about to snap.

​"Look at me, Scar!" he commanded, his voice raw.

​I opened my eyes, and I saw the Alpha in him, the man who had suffered for three years. He leaned down and kissed me, but it wasn’t the hungry, desperate kiss from before. It was soft, lingering, and tasted like a silent apology for every day we had spent apart.

As our lips separated, he slowly pulled his weight back, and for a terrifying second, I thought he was stopping. I hated the sudden coldness, my fingers clenching the sheets as I prepared to beg him to stay.

​But he wasn’t finished. He gripped my hips and gently guided me to turn sideways, pressing my arm into the pillows. I felt him settle behind me, his large, hot frame caging me in. He reached down, lifting my hips until I was arched perfectly for him, and then I felt the heavy, pulsing weight of his cock brush against my entrance.

​He entered me slowly from behind, a deep, staggering slide that felt even more massive than before. I buried my face in the pillow to muffle a scream, my toes curling as he filled me to the very brink. Even though he was being careful, he was so big it felt like he was tearing through me all over again. The fullness was overwhelming, stretching my walls until I felt every pulse of his blood.

​"God, you’re so tight, Scar," he rasped, his voice vibrating against my spine.

​He didn’t rush. He began to make love to me with a tender, agonizing slowness, his chest pressing against my back as his hands reached around to cup my breasts. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear, and suddenly he began to speak—his voice a pained, broken whisper.

​"I used to sit in your room and stare at your clothes," he murmured, his hips grinding into mine with a slow, rhythmic possessiveness. "I refused to let them wash the scent of you off the pillowcases until there was nothing left but dust."

​He pushed deeper, his fingers digging into my skin as he pushed me to him. "I used to sit by your grave, Scar," he whispered, his voice cracking against my skin. "Every night for three years. I talked to the dirt because I thought it was all I had left of you."

​He choked back tears... he was crying. "I’ve been a ghost for three years, Scarlett. Just a shell walking around, pretending to lead, pretending to be a husband to a woman I don’t want." He nipped at the sensitive skin of my shoulder, his breath hitching. "And now... I can feel your heart beating against my chest. I can feel you clenching around me. It’s too much. It’s not enough."

​I let out a broken moan, my fingers gripping the headboard as he hit that deep, aching spot. The guilt for his brothers—for Liam and Leonard—flared up for a second, but it was quickly swallowed by the sheer intensity of Leo’s love. He was making me feel alive in a way I hadn’t felt since the day I "died."

​He pulled back nearly all the way, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness, before sinking back in with a heavy, grounding slam of his hips.

​"I don’t care about the secrets, Scarlett. I don’t care why you left or what you’ve become," he growled softly, his thumb brushing over my trembling bottom lip. "You are my life. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. I’ll stay here and drown in you if it means I don’t have to go back to a world where you’re dead."

​He continued to thrust with a torturous, heavy slowness, his hips rolling against mine in a way that made my entire world narrow down to the point where we were joined. His hand reached beneath me, his fingers finding my clitoris and beginning to play with it in perfect sync with every deep, grounding slide of his cock. The sensation was overwhelming.

​I was falling apart, my body vibrating with the sheer force of his presence inside me. Just as the pleasure reached a pitch, Leo gripped my chin, gently but firmly turning my face to the side so I had to look at him.

​Our eyes locked. His were red-rimmed and swimming with tears, yet burning with a fierce, terrifying intensity.

​"Scar..." he whispered, his voice trembling as he held my gaze. "I love you."

​The confession hit me harder than any thrust. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him I was sorry, to tell him I loved him too, but before the words could leave my throat, he drove into me again. I let out a broken moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he bottomed out, filling me so completely it felt like he was touching my soul.

​"Look at me," he commanded softly, waiting until I met his eyes again. He didn’t stop moving; he kept that slow, rhythmic pace, marking me with every inch of his length. "I need you to hear this. I need you to know it’s never changed. I have been in love with you all my life, Scarlett. Every breath I’ve taken for twenty-five years was for you."

​I let out a sob, my heart breaking and mending at the same time . The weight of his devotion was massive, a beautiful, heavy burden that made the three years of running feel like a fool’s errand.

​"I’m never letting you go again," he rasped, his thrusts losing their gentleness as the passion took over. "You’re mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine."

​I couldn’t fight it anymore. I turned my head further, meeting his lips in a kiss that was desperate and wet with both our tears. I gripped the pillows, arching my back as he picked up the speed, his cock hammering into me, each thrust a heavy, wet sound that made my whole body jar forward into the pillows.

​"Leo! Fuck!" I sobbed, my voice breaking.

​He was hitting me so deep I could feel it in my stomach. Every time he pulled out, I felt the slick, cold air for a split second before he slammed back in, his cock stretching my pussy to the absolute breaking point. The friction was insane—it was hot, raw, and desperate. I was dripping, my juices coating his thick length and splashing against the sheets.

​He reached down, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing it with a frantic, messy speed that had me screaming into the mattress. I couldn’t even think; all I could do was feel the way his heavy balls slapped against me and the way his cock was claiming every single inch of my insides.

​"You’re mine, Scar," he growled, his voice sounding like a beast’s. "Say it. Say you’re fucking mine."

​"I’m yours!" I shrieked, my fingers clawing at the headboard, my back arching until I was practically begging for the kill. "Yours, Leo! Please!"

​He didn’t slow down. He got faster, harder, his breathing coming in ragged, guttural grunts as he lost his mind inside me. I felt the pressure in my gut snap. My pussy started to spasm, clamping down on him like a vice, milking him until I thought I’d pass out from the pleasure.

​"I’m coming! Leo, I’m—!"

​I broke. My walls buckled and rippled around him in violent waves, the orgasm so intense it felt like I was being electrocuted from the inside out.

​Leo let out a primal roar, his hands nearly crushing my hips as he delivered three final, devastating thrusts. He buried himself to the root, his body slamming into my back as he unloaded. I felt the hot, thick jet of his cum hitting my cervix, filling me up until I was overflowing.

​He didn’t pull out. He stayed deep inside me, his chest heaving against my back, both of us drenched in sweat and shaking from the violence of it. The room was silent except for our heavy gasps and the smell of sex and sweat.