Warning: This chapter contains intense adult intimacy and sensual graphic detail. Recommended for mature readers only.
Bella barely recognized her own voice anymore. The room was filled with the wet, rhythmic sound of her slickness meeting his fingers, each movement louder and more shameless than the last. Her breaths came out in soft, broken gasps, mixing with the low, hungry sound of Leo's breathing. The air itself felt warm and heavy, thick with the scent of her arousal and the deep, intimate heat of the moment.
Her body reacted faster than her mind could catch up. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, clutching him tightly as if she needed to anchor herself to something solid. A strange, powerful pressure coiled low in her tummy…so new, so intense that it scared her for a moment. Her toes curled, her thighs trembled, and she stiffened as the sensation grew stronger and stronger, winding her up toward something she didn't understand.
