IRENE'S POV
One thing about Leon that I liked was the fact that he knew just how to give that soothing feel and pleasure. Despite the fact that he was crazily mad with desire and almost on the verge of just burying himself inside me, he would put me first before doing things most times.
“f**k, baby girl. Your scent makes me mad.” He tutted; I could never get used to his thick, masculine voice that had me weak in the knees.
He leaned in closer, as he lifted his hand curling it around my throat and my lips parted, aroused by his action. His other hand moved the small of my back, pulling me in closer.
“So perfect,” he whispered softly. “Anyone who says otherwise is not worthy of you, my beautiful.”
Leon just had his way of making me wet under him than usual.
“Isn’t that Miles?” I asked
