~Becklan's POV~
"Don't," he murmured, his gaze traveling over me with a reverence that made me shiver. "You have nothing to be shy or ashamed about, Beck. Your body is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're perfect."
The praise hit me, shattering the last of my insecurities. Leon leaned in, his lips finding the sensitive curve of my neck. He began to kiss the skin there with a possessive heat, marking me as his own. His touch set every nerve ending on fire, a trail of electric sparks following his tongue.
When he nipped at the lobe of my ear and breathed into it, a sharp, involuntary sound escaped my throat. Startled by my own voice, I moved to cover my mouth, but Leon was faster. He gently pulled my hand away and pinned it to the edge of the sofa, his eyes dark with a hunger that made me tremble.
"Don't hide your voice from me, Beck," he murmured against my skin.
