Bella was catching her breath, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of what they had just done. Her legs felt weak, her skin flushed and glowing, her chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm.
Leo pulled out of her slowly and carefully, watching her face as he did. His hand moved down, disposing of the condom with efficient movements, wrapping it in tissue and tossing it into the nearby bin. The soft thud was the only sound in the room besides their mingled breathing.
When he turned back, she was looking at him.
Those brown eyes, heavy-lidded and hazy, were fixed on him like he was the only thing in the world worth seeing. Her lips were parted, still catching air, still swollen from his kisses. Her hair was a wild mess around her face, dark strands stuck to her damp forehead and cheeks.
She looked completely undone.
Completely his.
