*Leo*

Her lips still tasted like salt, wet from all the tears she had cried but I didn’t mind. I bit down on her lower lip and she allowed me entrance immediately with a gasp. She breathed into me as my tongue intertwined with hers.

Our passions heated up as I explored every inch of her mouth and she responded just as eagerly.

“Leo,” She moaned my name as I slid my hands down from her waist, tracing the flow of her dress as I cornered her closely. I ...