288 - Leon Carter

288 - Leon Carter
Leon Carter

I left the club without haste. The night had taken over the city like a thick veil. The streetlights barely cut through the darkness, and my thoughts spread like smoke, dense and silent. There was an emptiness after this execution. No regret, there never is, and I never will have any. But for this inner silence, there’s someone who could break through it...
Ella.

When I arrived home, the apartment was just as I had left it, safe and quiet. I opened the door carefully, my footsteps muffled by the hallway carpet. I didn’t want to wake her. I knew she needed to rest after the intense day with the family. The guest room seemed like the most logical destination.

I placed my gun in the wall safe and headed straight for the bathroom. The hot water ran over my shoulders as if it washed away not only the sweat from my body but also the sins from my soul. I closed my eyes, feeling the tension draining from my body and disappearing down the drain. The shower cleansed the beast that had fed on Riccardo’s death.

I stepped out of the shower renewed, the towel wrapped around my waist, my body still warm from the steam. I crossed the hallway and, without a second thought, gently pushed open the door to our bedroom. The soft light of the bedside lamp gave the room a sacred sense of peace. And there, in the center of our bed, was my wife in a light and tranquil sleep.

Ella was lying on her side, as if she had waited for me until sleep overtook her. Perninha and Lola were sprawled around her, almost like two loyal guardians. I smiled tenderly at my furry children, a smile that belongs only to them and their mother.

I approached gently and picked up Perninha first, who let out a slight protest but quickly curled up in his spot. Lola looked at me with that “I run this place” stare, but eventually accepted the change. I placed them both in their little bed by the window, and only then did I return to what truly called to me.

The sight of my wife was so serene that, for a moment, I hesitated to touch her.

She wore a white satin nightgown that clung softly to her body, revealing more than it concealed. Her blonde hair spilled loosely over the pillow, and her slow breathing showed she hovered between sleep and wakefulness.

I let the towel drop to the floor and lay down beside her, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. My arm reached out, and my fingers glided softly over the exposed skin of her thigh. Instantly, I felt her skin goosebump under my touch, and a soft moan escaped her slightly parted lips.

She wasn’t fully asleep. She was there, feeling me, even in silence.

"I thought you were asleep," I murmured, my voice low and hoarse.

"I was," she replied, without opening her eyes. "But I felt you. I always feel you."

I moved closer, pressing my body to hers, and traced my lips along the curve of her neck.

"I came to keep a promise," I whispered. "To give you what you asked for with that look."

She slowly opened her eyes, a lazy smile spreading across her lips.

"And what did I ask for?"

"To remind you who the man of your life is," I replied, my hand sliding from her thigh to the curve of her waist. "And I’m going to do that with every part of my body. Every damn second of my night."

Ella turned her warm body against mine, and our eyes met in a silence charged with desire and deep understanding. In our gaze, there was an exchange of a love so profound that not even all the wars we've lived through could corrode it.

"Then show me, Leon," she murmured. "Show me who you are when you don’t have to be that dangerous, Carter. Be the man who loves me."

I smiled when I heard her gasp as she felt my fingers slide inside her. The sound that escaped her lips was like a breath of life inside me, a confirmation that she was there, surrendered and open, completely mine.

I caressed her skin with reverence, as if every inch of her body was sacred ground. My fingers slid over her body as if memorizing a map already known, but always new. Every touch drew honest reactions, and a slight tremble would ripple through her with each gasp, a sigh full of desire and trust.

Ella pulled me closer, her hands framing my face as if the whole world were there between our eyes.

"You don’t need to say anything, Leon," she whispered. "I feel everything. Every time you touch me, you say I’m yours."

My heart clenched in my chest. Not just with desire, but with love. A love that made me vulnerable, but also stronger than any alliance or family name.

"And you are," I replied, brushing my lips against hers. "Since the first day you looked at me with courage when we were just kids."

Our bodies aligned like pieces of an old puzzle made just for us. My kisses traced a path down her collarbone, across her neck, as I entered her with care. My wife is a sensitive woman, and even though she sometimes craves roughness, I always remember I must care for her.

I carefully pulled down the fabric of her nightgown so that I could suck on her small breasts with their pink nipples.

“Le-on…” she stuttered my name.

“Hi, love.” I sucked the nipple harder and sank down until I felt the edge of her womb on the head of my cock.

The pleasure is insane, and I want to speed things up and give my wife all the orgasms she needs. With every thrust I make against her pussy, I feel her muscles squeezing me tighter and tighter. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensations that run through my whole body. I start to feel my wife getting even wetter and the friction becomes more pleasurable.

“I'm going to come, Ella…” I announce.

“I-I…”

Ella had her eyes closed and her hands on my neck, trying to keep still while I gave us the best of our day. I lay on top of her gently and began to kiss her lips, removing her hands from my body and holding them above her head.

"Hold still..."

I returned to kissing my wife’s neck, loving the way she shivered at my touch. I closed my eyes, feeling the pressure between us grow, heat rising in my abdomen. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, her soft moans and subtle trembles telling me she was right there with me, completely present, completely mine.

And when we reached our climax, it was like a wave, powerful and sweet at the same time. Our bodies folded into each other, and in that instant, we were everything: flesh, soul, breath, desire, and love.

The release after such a long, difficult day was almost healing. I smiled as I felt Ella’s hands slipping from mine, wrapping me in a warm, tender embrace. I pressed my forehead to hers and let out a breath, feeling my body light and fully surrendered to the intimate comfort between me and my wife.

We stayed there in silence, our chests rising and falling in sync, our hearts beating like drums in the dark. And for a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered. Not war, not death, not blood-stained promises.

"I love you," she whispered, and there was something in her voice that stole my breath. It wasn’t just desire.

It was the purest truth.

"And I’ll always love you," I whispered back. "Even when I don’t know how, even when the world tries to tear us apart, I’ll still be here, with you."