Any other woman in Leona's position would have been screaming outright by now. Luca was truly going all out, his hand pounding against her skin with enough force to make it burn and sting intensely.
Even someone who enjoyed pain as a masochist would have found this too much, the repeated, heavy impacts turning her ass into a glowing, sensitive mess.
But for Leona, she was having the time of her life. She had a blissful, dreamy smile on her face the entire time.
To her, it almost felt like she was getting a warm, loving massage.
Every single time his hand landed, a jolt of warmth spread through her body, turning the sting into pure happiness and affection.
This showed just how lonely she had been for so many years to the extent that even such intense pain coming from the person she loved so much turned into pure warmth and joy inside her.
It wasn't even pleasure from pain; it was a thread of love, her way of receiving his attention and affection, no matter what form it came in.
