Sprawled underneath velvet covers, Becca was naked. The whereabouts of the clothes she had on a night ago were now reduced to some unsolved enigma but the memories of what happened lingered and pulsed in her. Leo's hands were all over her…
Becca's skin tingled, the sensation like water trickling down her back. She left the dining hall right after dinner, Leo had guided her path. He led her to their bedroom, shut the door as soon as they stepped in— locked it— and then his hands were on her body, his lips on hers. He missed the feeling of her soft skin pressed against his body, the way she nestled into him.
His strokes were passionate and gentle, like he would break her if he did it anyway else.
