Beneath His Hands, She Bloomed
Leon growled low in his throat, the vibration thrumming against her skin as his hand closed around the lush curve of Sona's breast—soft, heavy, and searing warm against the wet silk of her gown. His fingers settled into the curve of her body, his palm firm but awed, as if he could commit her form to memory simply through touch. With slow, deliberate care, his thumb moved in a circle over her tight peak once more, rolling it in tight, controlled moves that created shivers running through her center.
The thin material clung to her heated skin, drenched with warmth and unspoken desire, but it did nothing to blunt the way her body lurched at his touch.
Her moan escaped—louder now, raw and panting. Her back curved against him, hips quivering, seeking friction. She was shuddering beneath his weight, hardly able to breathe.
He's so good at this… too good…
