Leo watched every tiny shift in Bella's expression. Her lashes fluttered like sleepy butterfly wings, her cheeks still pink from everything he had done to her. He leaned down, unable to resist, and pressed slow kisses along her collarbone, soft, lingering kisses that traced the delicate line of her skin, while his hands continued to rub her warm, soft curves through the fabric of her bra.
Bella breathed out a tiny sound, her chest rising into his palms, but her eyelids began to droop despite the heat between them. She blinked, tried to open them wider, and failed.
"Leo…" she mumbled, shaking her head weakly, her voice melting into pure innocence.
He hummed against her skin, not stopping until she gently touched his arm.
"I am sleepy…" she whispered, her eyes half closed now, her body sinking deeper into the mattress.
