Emily
By the third time or was it the fourth? My body had officially stopped being mine. It belonged to his hands, his mouth, the low growl of my name in his throat like it was a prayer and a curse at the same time.
We were tangled in silk sheets and I was draped across Leo’s chest, one leg hooked possessively over his hip, my hair a wild, sweaty mess I couldn’t summon the energy to fix. His fingers drew slow, absent circles on my bare shoulder, the kind of touch that felt dangerously intimate after everything we’d just done. His breathing had finally evened out, deep and steady beneath my cheek.
I should have passed out. I was wrecked and deliciously sore in places I hadn’t known could feel this good. But my brain wouldn’t quit.
So… Veronica.
The thought popped up like an uninvited g
