The Priestess
Leon's lips took hers again—slow, firm, and authoritative. Cynthia's breath caught as she whimpered against him, her arms creeping up his back, tracing his muscles weakly under her fingertips. Her body relaxed under the heat of his kiss.
But this kiss… it wasn't about possession.
It was exploration.
He pulled back, just to follow with soft, hot kisses her other cheek—her cheek—the corner of her eye—her jaw – her forehead – then back to her lips again. Her breath caught at the brush of his lips all over his entire face.
As if he were claiming her, marking her not with force, but with reverence and devotion.
And all the while, Leon's hands glided under her nightgown, slow and deliberate, the heat of his palms tracing up her waist. The light material clung to her skin as he reached further, sliding past to her breast.
