Okay, it was fucked up, I’m not saying it wasn’t, but he can’t control what I think. Before I can open my mouth, he’s shaking his head. Why does he have to be such an asshole? “Fuck you, Leo. You can’t control what I think. Are you the fucking thought police?” I know, I’m not proud of sounding like a teenager, but it feels he’s already taken me over so much, I’m not willing to give up my thoughts.
His hands come up to frame my face, grasping me tight as he pulls me to within an inch of him. I’m longing for his kiss, our breath tangles. “You belong to me. I protect what’s mine. I think you’re fucking perfect. You make my cock so hard it aches just thinking about you. Your body keeps me up at night with longing. It’s not just your body, it’s your stunning blue eyes and the way they sparkle when you’re happy and the way they glitter when I’m inside you. It’s your gorgeous fucking breasts I adore, it’s your insanely perfectly plump ass that short circuits my fucking brain. Then it’s the way you laugh, your smile, it’s all of you.
“All of you is beautiful and has nothing to do with those ugly fucking thoughts, with that disgusting word that only exists to hurt. No one gets to hurt you anymore, not me, not even you. Find a hole and bury that shit deep. I get that there is a lot of noise, talking heads and voices in this world talking about your body, the only voice that matters is the voice in your head. Change that voice, now, or I will, by any means necessary. Do you understand me?”
A shiver runs through me as I nod. Leo pulls me tight into his arms, I cling needing the feel of him against me. His heat seeps into me, warming me down to my bones. Air comes out of him in a shudder that shakes his body. He’s holding me so tight I can barely breathe, it still isn’t close enough.
Time stands still, I’m not sure if it’s ten minutes or twenty minutes later when there’s a knock at the door. I do know his hold tightens on me in the seconds before he lets me go. All I can do is watch the slow slide of his arms from around me. He presses a kiss to my temple as he presses me back down on the couch.