Leon had her beneath him, fully clothed, the room dim and quiet except for the sound of their breathing, heavy, uneven, tangled between kisses that had stopped being soft a while ago. The air felt thick, charged with the kind of heat that made time slow down. His hand gripped her waist tightly, fingers slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, dragging it up just enough to touch skin, but not enough to take it off, just enough to make her want more.

She gasped into his mouth when his thigh pressed firmly between hers, her body reacting faster than thought, hips shifting toward the pressure without meaning to. He didn’t stop—if anything, he kissed her deeper, hungrier, with a kind of intent that made her heart stumble. His belt buckle pressed into her hip, cold and rough through the fabric, grounding her even as her leg hooked around him, instinctively pulling him closer, needing that connection in a way she hadn’t understood until now.

He kissed down her jaw, lingering at her neck, where he bit once, sharp and sudden, just enough to make her twitch under him, before softening the sting with a slow sweep of his tongue. Her hands fumbled at his shoulders, grasping for something steady, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away, though the thought of stopping had already left her. His hand moved lower, over her jeans, nothing hesitant in the way he cupped her, his palm pressing down with steady, deliberate pressure. His fingers shifted slightly, like he was already learning her shape by feel alone, mapping out what made her breath catch. “Too much?” he asked, voice low and rough, but sure, like he already knew the answer. Like he already knew no one had ever touched her like this, like he could feel it in the way she trembled beneath him.