The Priestess [Part – 2]
The air in Leon's room was heavy—scented with the warmth of desire, the aroma of her skin, and something deeper, more primal. Moonlight streamed in from the twin moons overhead, casting pale silver on Cynthia's naked flesh, so that she seemed to be chiseled from starlight.
She stretched out breathless, her dark hair scattered upon his velvet covers, her chest heaving and falling in shuddering rhythm. Her nightgown and bra lay discarded already, revealing her soft, warm skin— was filled with marked by the his kissed and claimed.
Her nipples throbbed from his previous attention, still hard and sensitive. Soft hickeys spread over her neck and breasts like wild roses. A film of sweat coated her skin, proof of their increasing intimacy.
Only one piece of clothing now stood between her femininity and him: a delicate black panty clung to her heat, wet and fragrant with desire.
