ᴴᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ˢᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵀᵒ ᴹᵉ ~ ᴬ.ᴳ

𝕙𝕖𝕪 - 𝕙𝕚 - 𝕙𝕖𝕪 (𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚) ~ 𝟚𝟚

❝ 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝐼 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓉

𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽:

𝒾 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊❞

𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕠𝕨 ~ 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕘 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝

ᶠᵉᵇᵘʳᵃʳʸ ²⁸ᵗʰ ²⁰²⁰

Lips on lips. Skin on skin.

The door shut behind them with a thud, but Ariana and Leonardo paid it no mind, their focus entirely on each other. The house was dim, shadows flickering across the walls, creating an intimate and secluded atmosphere that wrapped around them like a comforting embrace.

Leonardo's hands moved with a sense of urgency, sliding down Ariana's sides and gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. His lips were insistent, conveying months of pent-up desire and countless nights dreaming of this moment. Ariana matched his fervor, her fingers weaving through his hair, drawing him even closer, yearning to feel every inch of him.

Their breaths mingled, hot and rapid, as they moved together. Ariana felt the solid warmth of his body against hers, the hard planes of his chest pressing into her softness. She could feel his heart hammering against her own, a wild, untamed rhythm that matched her own frantic pulse.

Leonardo's lips traced a molten path down her jawline, igniting her skin. He found the delicate curve of her neck, each kiss a brand, each nip a proclamation of his need.

"Leo," Ariana gasped, tilting her head back, exposing the column of her throat to his insistent attention. His lips met her collarbone, sending shivers racing through her.

But beneath the pleasure, a thread of guilt wove its way through Ariana's consciousness, surfacing as an insistent whisper. "Leo, no, wait," she managed, her voice tremulous.

Leonardo recoiled instantly, his gaze piercing, searching for any sign of distress. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Ariana's eyes widened at his attentiveness, so different from her past experiences. She shook her head vigorously, noting the flicker of guilt in his eyes. "Oh my god, no, Leo. You didn't hurt me at all, I just..." She took a steadying breath, words faltering in the rush of emotion.

Leonardo paused, the intensity in his gaze softening. He stepped back, respecting the invisible line she had drawn. "We're moving too fast, aren't we?"

Ariana nodded, biting her lower lip as she tried to find the right words. The heat of the moment had been overwhelming, and though every part of her wanted to continue, something deeper held her back. "I just... I don't want to rush this," she whispered, her voice barely audible in the dimly lit room. "Not because I don't want you, but because I do. So much."

Leonardo exhaled slowly, the tension in his shoulders easing. He reached out, gently cupping her face with both hands, his touch tender and reassuring. "I understand," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for, Ariana. I'm here for you, whatever that means."