Leon's heart pounded with desire,the way her luscious lips molded around his finger, the way she licked it twice. He felt his soul leave his body, only to rush violently back into it.The sensation was beyond pleasurable; it twisted his insides.
Celina's heartbeat raced as she suddenly noticed his finger still resting in her mouth,her blood pounding hotly through her veins. Slowly, her lips parted as his finger slid from her tongue and brushed against the lower curve of her lips. The sight left Leon utterly hypnotized.
In awe, his eyes darkened as he held her foot against his chest, locking gazes with her.
"You don't know what you're doing to me," he mouthed in a deep growl. The tingling sensation spread as he rubbed her foot slowly and sensually, sending a shiver through her body, twice!!
He continued his sweet torture, carefully rolling down the socks he had left on earlier until they lay innocently on the ground. Celina shivered as heat crept through her body, little by little, with every touch. Soon, the other sock was gone too.
Celina clasped her legs together, her eyelids fluttering shut as she tried to calm the rushing blood in her veins. Her thighs trembled, her breaths coming in short pants.
"Do you?" her handsome stranger asked again.
His gravelly, low voice made her eyes fly open in shock. What he said sounded less like a question and more like an undeniable truth. He looked devastatingly appealing staring at her,his silvery eyes bright, filled with dark promises laced with sensuality.
Slowly and carefully, he lifted her clasped thighs from the ground onto the tiled surface, straightening her legs. Her lips parted, wet from her constant licking.
Watching her reactions to his touch made his chest pound harder. The only thing restraining him was the bruise on her foot. His blood
heated with rage,not at her, but at the pain she was in. She might start getting nervous by fumbling her fingers, thinking he's angry with her.He fought the urge to lose control and scare her.
With a heavy sigh to calm himself, he drew her thighs closer, part of them resting flat on his toned, powerful thighs, her hips pressing against the pool's cool tiles.
He stared at her deeply,her parted pink lips at sudden shock of their new position.If he removed her hoodie now, it would be the final tug that shattered his resistance to indulging himself in pleasuring her. 'For God's sake, they just escaped thugs', he reminded himself,
ruffling his hair in frustration, unable to understand his conflicting feelings.
Why the hell!! Why was he thinking of..of doing things that could make a woman squirm and not pleasant for a noble woman ears?
"Love," Leon murmured, holding her jaw and tilting her face gently toward his dark gaze. "I want to rub water on your foot." His eyes searched hers deeply. Her skin burned beneath his touch on her jaw and sparks flying even from something as simple as his fingers brushing her hair. There was always a spark between them.Even if it's just trailing his fingers on her dark silky hair. Leon waited in silence which ensured betwen them, ready to read every emotion on her face.
The words sounded simple,harmless even,but her body betrayed her. As though her body didn't react by going through a million of pulses down to her spine, immediately she heared the words.She shook, her throat felt dry,
swallowing hard fighting the urge to lick her oversensitive lips.
"I… I…" Celina faltered, clamping her mouth shut when his finger brushed her lips again, with him feeling the softness briefly.
What the hell!!
Why couldn't she speak like a normal human being? that has a functioning brain too!! Without fucking stammering!! Celina half screamed in her head.
Even this close, she could smell him, feel him in every sense. Gathering courage by finally putting words together, she finally whispered,
but not without a little stammer."Is it…rea..lly bad?"
A slow smile curved his lips, obviously enjoying her flustered state, how she always stuttered when talking to him.
"What is bad?" he replied, answering her question with another question feigning innocence on what she was asking about,
while reveling in her shyness. It amused him greatly in making her clueless and overwhelmed in his alluring charisma. Her reactions and unhidden emotions was just too cute in his opinion. He could easily read her feelings like an open book, delighting at her helpless reactions.
"I—I mean…uh- my…" she stammered in between words,shuddering as his sandalwood
-and-brownie scent overwhelmed her senses, heightening her sensuality.It was driving her crazyyy!!
Just being in this small place where they were almost tucked together, even when his fingers had left her jaw and he was merely gazing at her intensely,not even touching her left her heart fluttering, threatening to beat dangerously fast if they stayed like this in matter of minutes. "Talk to me," he murmured in that sinful voice, a smile hinting at his lips,adding softly, "love," as he leaned closer, his gaze darkening with desire both their lips barely a breath apart.
Celina body shuddered,his scent was intoxicating her, urging her to draw nearer to him.His face was beautiful and his jaw hardned as the minutes ticked by, his perfect red lips slightly parted, while his beautiful slivery eyes gleamed a darker shade.
God help her!! She desperately wanted to kiss him,know his taste. Everything about him has been alluring her since, urging her to touch him and pull him close.
Then a sharp pain shot through her foot,racing up her body straight to her brain.She released a sharp intake of breath,continuously breathing in quick pants.
Quickly,Leon moved instantly, scooping water into his palms and gently washing her injury, removing dirt and blood with careful, soothing strokes. When he finished, only a shallow cut remained.
Leon exhaled a long breath he has been holding,it wasn't serious, just a minor wound,though clearly painful by sight and the way 'his preety damsel' mouth tightened in a grimace.
"Is it that bad?" she asked softly, sighing deeply as she watched for his reactions, knowing his gaze followed her lips as her teeth bit down on her bottom lip. Then she noticed the eyes that held softness, when his eyes followed her lips now wore another mask,
replaced by something darker.His face tightened, clenching his palms at his sides.It was crystal clear he wasn't happy.
"Not really," he replied, signing again,eyes dark with that familiar glow,she'd seen before "I don't like seeing bruises on your skin." The possessiveness in his tone sent heat through her. He drew closer to her and she could feel every fiber of his strength,the tension in his his jaw and muscles.
He closed his eyes tightly,breathing her in, fighting the urge to kiss her senseless.
The breath of his nose fanning her face wishing for her control to hold was at stake, because fuckkk! If she loses control.. she would tangle her fingers in his tousled dark locks while he measured his onslaught of tounge sucking her mouth.
Crazyyy!!
Celina signed deeply,a dull ache blooming inside her.What the hell is her wild mind imagining?
Leon fought every will in him not to dip his tounge in her hot mouth and shifted his body back to their previous position.
"I can't do much,but I know" he said,sweeping the water with his hands to gather leaves.Then he twisted the leaves together, squashing them in his palms, rapidly. Then whistfully he added,in a line of memory. "My grandpa did this for...m..e once..". He paused, swallowing hard.
She sensed the pain immediately. It was a sensitive topic for him,so she urged him gently.
"You were saying something about him…" then she kept quiet, searching for any sign of discomfort in his face and it wasn't visible. "Could you cont..." Until she saw his knuckles whitened and pain flooding his eyes, filled with unshed tears. Everything she wanted to say choked back to her mouth. "I'm sorry—". Celina words caught in her throat,when he held her face tenderly with his right hand, gazing at her at the same time struggling to maintain composure despite how deeply brothered he was.
"It's okay,I.I..uh don't mind "he whispered, though it clearly wasn't. Removing his hands from her face and rubbing his own as he struggled to steady his breathing not knowing how to talk to her about it also when she left off her remaining words, her unspoken concern gnawing at his heart.
Holding her hands against his chest, beneath the torn fabric of his shirt.
"Love" His voice was barely a whisper, breathless even, but yet it tingled her insides. He was still staring at her intensely, breathed again and continued further, "You're so sweet," He continued, smiling His white teeth glimmering! breathtakingly beautiful!! Stealing her heart away. "It's not just a compliment, because I've hardly found this level of sweetness in another person for a long time now".
Licking her pink lips for the seven hundredth time!! Her cheeks turning crimson by his words.Her palm on his chest, feeling his slow, steady heartbeats making her burn inside. He he had such a sweet tounge for compliments, no matter how hard she try to hide her emotions for him. It's just so noticable expecially when she was blushing.
"Thank you…stuttering slightly,her cheeks bright shade of crimson, " you don't have to if you don't want t...".
He pressed one of his fingers on her lips cutting her off. "Shhhh,love" removing his fingers from her lips and puting his other hand over hers on his chest and pressing them together softly.
"I'll explain," he breathed deeply, ruffling his dark hair wordlessly. "I had a trip with my grandpa." He paused between words, then continued, "When I was sixteen… and you know what?" His words trailed off.
Celina stayed still. From the way she reacted to his words, her body was fully alert.
Was there ever a time she wasn't listening to him? Obviously not. She was always there,her emotions fully attentive whenever it concerned him. Even if he couldn't see her eyes, he could imagine them 'emerald,' maybe 'doe-like', blinking softly, completely focused on him, waiting for every word he had to say.
"I fell," he said softly, "and there wasn't any first-aid box nearby. Our car was far downhill. I couldn't stop crying from the pain." Tears stung Leon's eyes as the memory surfaced.As he spoke, his palms pressed against hers, still resting on his chest.
"He told me it was going to be okay", Leon continued, his voice trembling, "while he held me..with his hand, then he took some leaves, just like these." He removed his hands from hers, his breath shaking tremendously. Her hands remained on his chest,still clinging to him and even through the pain, it made him feel warmer inside.
He twisted the leaves in his palms until liquid began to drip from them, then gently rubbed the squeezed leaves driping greenish extract onto his pretty damsel's injured foot.
Celina bit her lip hard, trying to endure the sharp sting. He soothed her pain by rubbing her back slowly, his strong palms against her skin a delicious kind of torture as she became painfully aware of their closeness.
When the pain eased slightly, he whispered,in a low tone. "That reaction you had earlier,the expression on your face that was exactly how I looked when my grandpa pressed the crushed leaves, dripping from greenish liquid onto my wound." His breath came faster as picked off where he stopped "I tried not to cry because he always reminded me that real men don't cry but they work on what's making them cry."
Tears filled Leon's eyes as he continued narrating his story, the leaves now gone from her bruised foot.
His lips felt heavy as he tried to say his name again, struggling to continue. Finally, he sighed deeply, stuttering as every breath he took weighed heavily on his chest, the gentle ministrations of his pretty damsel easing some of the emotions pent inside him.
"M-my grandpa took me on his back," he said,his voice hardening. "An old man—only fifty-nine—with an aching waist I didn't even know hurt him not too frequent,until much later. Even with that pain, he carried me all the way back down to where we parked the car."
Celina removed her hand from his chest, warmt lingering in her palms, and slowly began rubbing his shoulders with both hands, massaging him as he continued in a whisper, his voice barely recognizable from the one she knew.
"The worst part," he said, "was that we were supposed to complete the hike within a fixed time. One of my grandpa's business partners was with us. He wanted me to follow him to understand his business world. Hiking the land he wanted to sell was the only way to secure the deal with an influential man,almost as rich as my grandpa. That contract would have boosted the company's year-end funds significantly."
His breath rasped as Celina continued rubbing his shoulders. His knuckles whitened at his sides as he parted his lips, slightly.
"Do you want to know what happened next?" he asked, his voice drawn and uneven. His breath grew heavier, rushing in quick pants,
when both gazes met,his eyes were full red, clenching his fists by his sides.
Cold ran through her spine,but she didn't relent. "I… uh… you don't need to tell m—" Before she could finish, she noticed his eyes soften slightly, his breathing slowing into a steadier rhythm.
His voice returned gradually, still low and hushed,in a recognizable whisper.
"In anger, he left," Leon said. "He said I was wasting their time. He refused to reschedule, claiming my grandpa couldn't separate personal matters from business."
The anger surged again, burning hotly through his veins. Celina could feel every ounce of it as she held him.
"He walked away," Leon continued, "saying he'd find someone better,when my grandpa cut off the deal entirely, telling him he lacked humanity."
Leon's body felt heavy with each breath as he finished. Her legs still rested on his muscled thighs, and she could feel every solid inch of him. Every hard flesh..No fats!! Just sculpted, strong, flawless.
She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him completely, hugging him tight. His shivering body pressed into hers until their breathing softened together. Celina patted his back, humming a gentle melody near his ear softly as he pressed further on her skin and scent,slowly released years of pent-up emotion against her shoulder.
It touched him to his core.
He hadn't felt this light in a very long time.
Ever since his grandpa died, anything related to him had been a sensitive topic. No one dared to question him about it. He rarely spoke of it,to anyone. Not even to his "pet sister," as he fondly called her.
Now, a wave of emotion melted him into a puddle,completely in her arms.
Only she could calm the fire in his veins. Only with her could he speak of sensitive things. Was it the way she listened so attentively? Her reactions? The way her fingers held his palms?
Or how warm his chest felt when she was near… how pleasurable it was when she shivered in his presence, blushing full red, even when he wasn't close or when they shared the same space?
He would have been damned if he had left her the first time he heard her scream.But now he understood.He was hopelessly entangled in everything about her.
She wasn't just fragile.
She wasn't just kind.
Celina was utterly captivating,heart, body, soul and he was already hopelessly entangled in everything about her.
The way she listened without interrupting.The way she touched him as though he might shatter. The way she held his pain without fear.
Leon tightened his arms around her, resting his forehead against her hair as the night pressed quietly around them. For the first time in years, the weight in his chest eased,not gone, but lighter… bearable.
The past still waited for him.
And desire raw, dangerous, and consuming burned low in his veins.
But right now, with her breathing against his skin, he realized one terrifying truth: Once he let her in, there would be no turning back.