How would he react when her soft, wet pink lips called his name in a dizziness of pleasure as he dipped his tongue in her swollen mouth?
A hot rush of sensations ran through his spine, shivering his whole body for a second.
His imagination always ran wild whenever she was close, and the closer she was, the more uncontrollable it became.
Still smiling, he remained lying down, his face turned toward hers; her face was pretty close to his.
Studying every delicate detail: the blush creeping across her cheeks, the curve of her lips partially revealed from under her hoodie.
"I love hearing you talk". He murmured, voice smooth, baritone and intoxicating. "It pleases my soul."
He waited for the desired effect of his words, watching her cheeks deepen in color, as she bit her soft pink lips. Hiding her smile. His words were fuel, feeding a fire that grew hotter the more he spoke.
"Your Greek accent… you should speak it more often. I wonder how it feels.. so soft, so sensual," he added, voice dropping to a husky, enticing whisper.
Their gazes met. A long, electric gaze passed between them, sparking a tension neither could deny.
Celina gasped, attempting to cover her mouth. Even her modest imagination could not restrain the ache stirring low in her belly.
"Pleasuring..coaxing your lips to part, allowing my hot tongue to lick and suck your slick, wet mouth." He murmured, voice low, silvery eyes fixed on hers. Her cheeks flamed at the suggestion.
Dammmm!! It was becoming dangerously difficult to think.
No matter how hard she tried not to picture explicit scenes of him, it proved futile every time.
Seeing her blush, watching her lips quiver, he whispered, "Damn! If I weren't wounded, I'd pull you close right now".
Her mouth parted, but no words came. She bent her head, hiding her shyness. A beautiful smile alluding her heated cheeks.
Her sexy protector!!
He was built like a man meant to rule; broad, towering, unyielding. Every movement was controlled, deliberate, devastatingly graceful.
It lived in the way he stood, the way his height loomed effortlessly over the world, even silence bending around him. Dangerous.
His face was sharply structured—strong jaw, defined cheekbones, and lips that carried both cruelty and promise.
But it was his eyes 'those piercing, silvery depths', that held the true danger. They saw too much, felt too deeply, and hid storms no one survived untouched.
In a tiny low hum, she said, "I love your Greek accent too. it's…"
Her gaze darted, searching for words, not to directly give away her thoughts. "Sexy no, hot—I mean…" clamping her mouth shut. Realizing she was blabbering, which occurs anytime she's nervous.
"It's… cute," she finally managed, cheeks burning.
"My shy pretty damsel," Leon drawled softly, hiding his smile in a grin. "You don't know what you do to me."
"Do you?" he questioned, his voice dark.
She hid her face again, from his intense gaze. He raised his brows. Celina knew he was staring at her even when she wasn't looking.
Leon, noticed heat spreading in her neck and chest. His dark eyes pierced her soul.
"So you think I'm hot?" he teased.
"And here I was thinking I was the only one who had an effect on you, desiring you to the extent my emotions and physical self were bared to you." He concluded smoothly. Smirking mischievously, creating the stark image of an innocent dark knight.
Her body shook at every hot word spilling from his mouth, blushing deeper. "No, I… uh, that's not what I mean—" stuttering.
He cut her, ruefully. He rolled a tendril of her silky hair between his fingers. "So what do you mean then?" His voice lowered, sexy and deep.
She bit on her soft lips. Hard!
Celina fidgeted, rubbing her fingers together, no longer biting her lips but licking them, which got wetter.
Leon licked his lips in anticipation.
He felt like delving into her mouth and claiming every part of her body with his touch, his tongue, his mouth.
"You're… uh… just hot," She whispered, face burning.
"So I'm just hot?" His deep voice reverberated in her spine.
she stuttered in between words, "Not just —I can't even breathe when you're near. You're very… se…xy and hot".
Blushing and darting her eyes about, unable to meet his gaze.
She made the mistake of returning his gaze.
Their eyes met. One look, and she was utterly mesmerized.
His burning gaze seared through her, igniting every sensitive nerve.
A deep hum of desire resonating between them, fighting to burn their restraint. Impossible to deny.
He closed his eyes briefly, holding all his pleasure at bay. Opening his silvery eyes, she observed. A teasing light softened his intensity.
"Are you… don't tell me!! Were you playing with me?" she breathed out, unbelievably blushing.
He nodded in response, acting like a schoolboy caught with sweets.
She laughed, her voice piercing and angelic. He smiled, teeth sparking.
"Why are you teasing me… to hear what I have to say about your voi—" Celina taunted, but couldn't finish, gasping in expiration.
"I love teasing you," he murmured, pressing her bloodstained palms to his lips, kissing and licking her fingers. "Watching how your eyes glow even if I can't see them. Your lips quiver when you bite and lick them. It's intoxicating."
Her blush deepened but her smile softened once more at his compliments.
"I don't play with my words, love. Everything I say comes from my heart. But I must confess..! I love seeing you smile. It drives me crazy,"
She smiled, matching his gaze.
"So in other words, I love teasing you. You are the fire I reach for, even know I'll be burned," he drawled, voice smooth as her body shivered in his grasp.
He let the words sink for a moment before adding, softly, "I love hearing your thoughts about me"
She tightened her hands in his.
He brought her bloodstained hands to his mouth and kissed the middle of her palms. A tear slid down her cheek.
Every touch an affirmation of desire and care.
Her pink lips tugged into a smile, teeth gleaming. Leon promised himself then, he would never do anything to make her scared. Seeing her happy made him equally full of joy.
Celina supported her handsome stranger as he stood. groaning as pain flared with every movement.
She blushed full red at his bare chest—a sculpted plane of hardened muscle, broad, powerful, defined as though carved by intention rather than chance.
His shoulders were wide enough to block out the moonlight, veins standing boldly along his forearms as his biceps tightened with each breath.
Strength radiated quiet dominance;
from the firm column of his neck down to the ridges of his abdomen, to the thick power of his thighs.
He didn't just look strong. He commanded space, even wounded.
He was deliciously bare, and just staring at him made her clasp her trembling legs tightly.
Looking at him like this; wounded. bare. powerful. was dangerous and she was losing the battle not to look.
Finally forced her gaze away.
Her torn cloth covering his wound, the blood seeping before, had reduced drastically.
"I don't want to stress your foot. You're injured too." He pointed out, grumbling.
Celina rolled her eyes, still wrapped in his arms, hands on his waist.
He grumbled again. "You're injured too, and supporting me to walk is a bit too much."
This was the FIFTH time he had complained about it.
Pouting her lips in her cute, innocent way, "Hushhh," she whispered. continuing to support him as they walked slowly.
He would be damned if they didn't walk faster!
His big body added to hers, and he feared he might injure her or make her weak.
But she wouldn't listen, even holding his shoulders. He had complained, but she didn't budge. But continued her slow pace.
Even as he worried about her, he couldn't resist, the scent of her hair like sweet lavender, her skin soft like flowers, body snugly close to him like a puffy pillow.
Celina tried not to think of how being this close to him was killing her, even drowning her. She couldn't escape his scent of brownies and sandalwood.
She gave up trying not to breathe him in deeply. Her body shook again, giving in to the sensations.
Her lips parted as she remembered she was about to say something.. But it was him. Her words failed at the sight of him so close.
He snapped back to attention when her soft voice continued her statement.
"I don't mind babysitting you." The man was really killing her with his stubbornness.
"Baby-sitting?" Leon threw back at her, raising his brows in horror, turning into an amused smile, loving the sound of the word. "I do love the idea, if it's just you."
She turned crimson, lips parted. Turning her face sideways to hide her blush.
She couldn't help but smile widely, which turned into a long, soft laughter spilling softly into the night.
A tiny whisper like music in his ears. So enchanting.
Finally, they reached his vehicle.
It came into view, sleek, powerful, unmistakably his. Her eyes widened. Her mouth parted in a wide "o". "Θεέ μου!(My God)" she breathed, astonished.
His vehicle…Damn! Not just any other!! A Tesla Cybertruck. Gleamed under the moonlight.
It's presence radiated wealth, power and style.
By its side, small pots in different shades, with intricate circular designs or patterns, held vibrant flowers; hibiscus, periwinkle, sunflowers.
Arranged beautifully, as if the garden itself whispered welcome.
She realized then. she'd landed with a billionaire tycoon.