Nova's First Time [Part-4]
Leon's chest went up and down in a slow, heavy rhythm as he gazed down at her—kneeling on the floor between his thighs, cheeks flushed, lips shining, still panting. The golden light streaming in through the tall windows haloed her, making every strand of her dark hair into liquid shadow. She seemed almost unworldly—strong, but soft. Her still-wet lips were parted slightly, breathing still shallow from what she had just done. And when her green eyes lifted to meet his golden ones, they glinted with something raw—pride, uncertainty, and gentle vulnerability.
She had just given herself to him—not just her body, but her trust.
And gods, she was stunning.
Leon couldn't move for a second. He just stared at her, allowing the shockwaves of her touch to wash over him. The heat of her mouth still on his skin, but it wasn't her lips' memory alone that did him in—it was how she was regarding him now. Soft. Questioning. Real.
