Chapter - 78
The sun was barely peeking over Auravale, and the streets were mostly empty, save for the occasional stray dog and the few men heading out of the town to hunt.
Leo glided through the streets all alone toward the South Gate. His Wind-Chaser Boots made no sound against the stone. He was like a ghost moving through the town.
He rolled his neck until it cracked, slow and deep. His body felt loose, rested, and charged with leftover heat from last night. Every muscle felt used in the best way. Seraphine had made sure of that.
Getting out of bed had taken more willpower than any fight.
She had been wrapped around him, naked and heavy with sleep, her warm skin sliding against his whenever she shifted.
Her soft breasts had pressed into his chest, rising and falling with her breath.
His hand had been on her without thinking, roaming over her curves, squeezing her firm, perky ass like he could never get enough.
