Wait… Leon…
Leon loomed over her, still bathed in the warm afterglow of their shared euphoria. His breathing was still unsteady, chest heaving and falling against hers as his hand lay lightly on her belly—warm, earthy, possessive. The moonlight caressed his golden eyes, which were full of a gentle softness at odds with the hunger lurking just beneath the surface—an intensity that clung to them even in repose.
He swept a silvery lock from her cheek, his fingers being respectful, and breathed softly, "Sona."
Her lashes danced, her eyes gradually opening. She blinked as she emerged from sleep, dazed and naked. Her chest rose on a shuddering breath, the smooth curves of her breasts still bearing the imprint of his lips—tender red blooms from his passion. Her fingers, as light as air, climbed to his jawline, their fingers following the firm line beneath the soft scruff of stubble.
"Leon…" she breathed, voice shaking, feeling thick in the sound.
