Chapter 163. A Little More

CHARLOTTE

“Leo,” I managed to say, my voice thin.

My eyes fluttered open.

He was between my knees, looking up at me with such fierce, gentle possession that my throat tightened.

“Please, wait—I…” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He paused and whispered.

“Okay.”

In a deep husky voice that told me he wasn’t joking about having it.

I looked down unsure how to tell him my fear.

Is this really just for fun to him?

Or am I trying to ruin this again because of my selfishness so I projects my fears to him?

I am older.

He has a lot of reasons to end this if he wants to and what about his FANBASE that hates me?

No way this is for a long time.

“Leo… I…”

I looked up and found his handsome face closer than before, flushed red from the urge and his green eyes staring at me painfully in need, his mouth slightly open, his chest rising and falling heavily.

He was literally panting like a thirsty wolf.