Nova's First Time
Leon loomed over her, his golden eyes fixed on hers, the rise and fall of his chest slow and even as it brushed against the bare skin of her torso. The robe that had hugged his shoulders was now bent askew, revealing the chiseled muscles of his chest, his skin still warm with the lingering heat of passion. He wasn't pinning her to the mattress beneath him, but the weight of his body held her firmly in place—real, earthy, and inescapably intimate.
