Sona and Leon Secret Escape
Night enveloped them like a soft velvet shawl drizzled with roses and infused with moonbeams. The Queen held fast to the Duke—not as a monarch, not as a king—but as a woman from the heart, wanting to pilfer one unattainable moment in an existence full of restraint. Silence rested heavy in the air, punctuated by the distant whisper of a court melody and the gentle exhale of an agitated breeze. Amidst the quiet, the palace felt filled with things unspoken, promises unsaid, and an exhilarating tension that wound tighter with each passing heartbeat.
Leon's arms surrounded her with a steady heat—unshaken and certain.
Sona's legs clamped around his waist, holding on to him as if he was the only stable thing remaining in her life. Her ass dipped in the soft curve beneath one hand, which lifted her with ease, and cradled her lower back in the confident grasp of a man who knew precisely where she should be.
