Her breath hitched, her willpower beginning to crumble as his lips trailed down her neck, grazing her collarbone. A shiver ran through her, her senses spiraling into chaos. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying to stifle the sound of a soft moan threatening to escape. His hands roamed over her sides, firm but not rough, and every touch sent a surge of heat coursing through her veins.
"Leo, we can't do this," she protested, but her voice was frail and unconvincing. Her body betrayed her, leaning into him as if seeking more of his warmth.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his golden eyes darkened with desire. "You're so beautiful, Eliana," he murmured huskily. His hand slid down her waist, his fingers grazing the curve of her hip, leaving a burning trail in their wake. "Don't be afraid of me."
