Leon's lips pressed on her ever so gently, like he was afraid of breaking her like a fragile glass. His tongue danced with hers, letting themselves have a taste of each other's sweetness.
As Leon went deeper, she felt her chest tight as if she was not having enough air to breathe, her heart pounding hard with every second she welcomed Leon's actions.
Feeling her tremble for air, Leon reluctantly parted her lips, and tenderly rested his forehead against hers. His hot breath caressed the surface of Eli's skin, sending a wave of triggering heat all over the back of her nape.
Eli looked at Leon in protest, like she was suddenly deprived of a dish she was savoring at the moment. Her dark obsidian eyes locked with his, looking at him dependently.
There were thousands, if not millions of colorful jewels all around the cave, and yet, nothing could ever compare to the beauty of Leon's crystal blue eyes.
