Warning: This chapter contains intense adult intimacy and sensual graphic detail. Recommended for mature readers only.
His thumb brushed lightly against her hipbone as he studied her expression.
Her lashes fluttered, and her chest rose and fell with tiny, trembling breaths, but she didn't push him away.
He read the answer in her eyes, in their shy, trusting silence.
"We'll go slow," he whispered, more to himself than to her. Then, with a careful slowness that made Bella's heartbeat echo in her ears, he lowered the band of her panties. The soft fabric glided down her hips, his knuckles brushing her skin as it slipped inch by inch along her thighs. Bella's breath caught in her throat, her toes curling as warmth spread through her whole body.
Leo's eyes darkened, his breath growing heavier, and he swallowed hard as more of her soft skin came into view. He tried to control himself, to not rush like a greedy wild beast. He wanted to savor every second, watching her reactions.
