The battlement terrace was a place for evening views. But tonight everyone was at the pavilion, making merry.
Leah wrapped his hands around her waist, then brought his lips, down to hers.
She wanted him one last time before Helena had him all to herself.
“You are hurting yourself by doing this.” He whispered between the kiss; Leah's back was now resting against a pillar.
“No… I am getting what I want.” She answered, wrapping her hand around his neck as the kiss deepened.
She moaned softly into his mouth as he reached her most sensitive area, his fingers her stroking her through the thin fabric between her thighs.
He teased her clits, making her gasp and squirm.
"Shh, not so loud," he reminded her with a grin. His finger delved deeper, stroking her slick folds and finding her c**t.
