Warning: R-18
"Bunny… you're torturing me," he breathed out at last, his voice edged with a roughness she had never heard before. She was touching him so carefully, so slowly, as if he were made of glass. Her hands were soft, warm, nothing like his own rough palms, and every gentle stroke made his muscles tighten helplessly.
Leo's patience snapped.
He suddenly sat up, and Bella let out a tiny squeal as her hands slipped away. She stared at him with wide eyes, breath caught, while he looked at her with a dark, hungry expression that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Come here," he said, his voice low and commanding.
He caught her wrists gently and guided her hands back, wrapping her fingers around him with steady firmness. Bella blushed so deeply her ears burned, but she didn't pull back, especially when he leaned close, their foreheads almost touching.
"Let me show you how you're supposed to do it," he murmured.
