Kisses That Burn Through Silence
"Mnnhh…"
The gentle sound flowed from her lips as his lips took hers again. Sona groaned against him, her hips moving under his body, returning the kiss with a desire no longer shy.
Since the first time he'd kissed her in the moonlit garden through this moment, Leon had lost track of how many times his lips had met hers—and yet, somehow, it wasn't ever quite enough. Her cherry-soft mouth was maddeningly sweet, her taste reminiscent of the first forbidden fruit he would never let go of. He had no idea how he'd survived before this—without her kiss, her flavor, or her heat. Now, he kissed her like a famished man, hell-bent on reclaiming every minute they'd sacrificed to duty and quiet. His fingers plunged into her silver-white hair, curling up through the silky locks with reverence.
On the other end of that kiss, Sona's mind went whirling in blissful chaos. Each touch of his tongue sent her whole body shivering, her heart thudding harder.
