Touched Like Fire, Loved Like Art
Leon's breath whispered across her rosy skin, hot and constant, leaving goosebumps behind. His golden eyes, melted with desire and wonder, rested on the beauty he'd just revealed.
Sona was under him—shaking, her lips still apart from the kiss they'd just shared. Her mouth moved gently against his, soft and yielding, responding to the slow, sensual caresses of his tongue with silent desperation. His weight upon her wasn't great, but comforting—his heat wrapping around her like a clandestine hug that both shielded her and left her vulnerable.
Her fingers wrapped themselves around his forearm, clinging as if to anchor herself. Her breath caught when she sensed his other hand move up her waist's bare skin. He touched her with reverence, fingers tracing the arc of her ribs, moving slowly—inch by shuddering inch—until his fingertips rested just below her breast.
