Rain, Silk, Desire [Part-3]
Leon's voice was low and deep, the heat behind it palpable. "Oh, baby…" He leaned closer, his lips brushing hers in teasing slow motion. "This is only the beginning."
He moved his hand down her back, adjecting her softly beneath him onto the bed, the quiet rustle of sheets tracking his movement. Syra's body arched of its own accord to meet his. The flickering light of the candle cast shadows on her contours, her nightgown rucked up just enough to glimpse the softness of her thighs.
Leon dipped his mouth to her neck, letting his lips stay on her skin there, caressing with respect before growing deeper into a slow, fiery kiss below her ear. Syra moaned quietly, arching her head to present him with more bare skin to kiss. Her hands clung to the back of his tightly, and her legs stirred restlessly under him.
