Deepening the kiss, the ache in Leo's body was tolerable. He didn't feel any pain, or a sting, or his skin tugging the elasticity away. Leo breathed the air Zella gave, and snaked his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. She was still on boots, but Leo doesn't care.
It might be the last time kissing Zella like this. Nothing excites him anymore but to hold her in his arms. Leo reached for the buttons of her uniform, removing them one-by-one. Zella didn't resist, and touched his brusque chest, too.
After disentangling the cloth from her upper body, he kissed her neck down. The pleasure it gave, the soul awakening at a single peck, and how it traveled down her fingertips was amazing. Zella couldn't control her heart anymore.
It was beating so fast, synchronizing with Leo's kisses.
She allowed this murderous man to love her, even though he's her greatest misery.
And Zella brought nightmares to her mind, too, by letting it happen.
