10. Burn
His kisses were slow at first, languid and soft. But as Reyna lay below him on their bed sheets, the glow of a newlywed surrounding and emanating off of her, she felt her belly coiled and tighten.
Her hands, wrapped around his neck and back, pulled him closer than humanly possible, wanting to mold their skins together. He gripped her hair, tugging gently and then more insistently, and Reyna moaned wantonly.
Leo's lips left her own and instead started a slow, glistening trail down the side of her neck, making her blood slow and feel like a molten burn moving through her veins.
"Leo," she gasped, more for the need to say anything than really needing his attention.
After all, she already had it. His full and undivided attention.
He pulled away to smile at her, unhooking her hands from behind his back to link their fingers together, he held them outstretched above her head, still laying on the bed. He was hovering over her and his eyes were dark, making Reyna's stomach tighten further.
"Leo..." She trailed off once more.
He shifted above her and she whimpered. He chuckled and whispered, "Yes?"
She arched her back. "More."
It was a command he was all too happy to follow.