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Leo couldn't take it anymore. The moment Mary said she loved him too, all the restraint he'd been holding onto, the walls he had built up over the years, came crashing down. His heart was pounding in his chest, so hard it hurt, but it didn't matter because she was here, standing in front of him, and she loved him. Nothing else mattered anymore.

They stood close, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them. Her hands were still on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her fingertips, and he could see the same vulnerability and longing reflected in her eyes.

In an instant, all the tension between them—years of unsaid feelings, of pushing each other away, of hiding from what they really wanted—erupted. Leo moved without thinking, one of his hands slipping up to cup her face, the other sliding around her waist, pulling her against him. His touch was firm, but there was a softness to it, as if he was still afraid she might slip away.

And then he kissed her.

It wasn't soft this time, wasn't hesitant or careful. The kiss was deep, urgent, filled with the kind of passion that had been burning beneath the surface for so long. Mary responded immediately, her body melting against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, needing him closer.

Their lips moved together in perfect sync, hungry and desperate, as if they were trying to make up for all the lost time, all the moments they had kept themselves apart. Leo's hands roamed her back, his fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her tighter against him, his need for her almost overwhelming. He could taste the sweetness of her breath, could feel the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips, and it made him dizzy with how much he wanted her.

Mary's fingers ran through his hair, tugging him closer as she deepened the kiss, her lips parting slightly as their mouths moved together, exploring, tasting, wanting more. Every touch sent sparks racing through her, her skin tingling everywhere he touched. She could feel the strength in his arms, the way his muscles tensed as if he was holding himself back from losing control completely.

They stumbled back, Mary's back hitting the wall as Leo pressed against her, their kiss growing more intense, more heated. His lips moved from hers, trailing down to her jaw, pressing heated kisses along her neck as she gasped for breath, her head falling back against the wall. The sensation of his lips on her skin made her shiver, made her want to pull him even closer, even though they were already pressed together as tightly as they could be.

"Leo..." she whispered, her voice breathless, filled with both need and affection. She could hardly catch her breath, her heart racing in her chest as his lips moved lower, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat.

He growled softly against her skin, the sound low and filled with need, and the vibration sent a wave of warmth rushing through her. His hands slid down her sides, resting on her hips, his fingers gripping her tightly as if he never wanted to let go.

His lips found hers again, this time slower, but no less passionate. It wasn't just about the heat between them anymore—it was about the connection, the raw, undeniable love that had been building for years, bubbling under the surface until now. Their kiss was deep and slow, full of longing and tenderness, as if they were both trying to say everything they couldn't put into words.

Mary's hands moved to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths beneath her palms, and she marveled at how close they were, how real this felt. She had never been kissed like this before, never felt this kind of intensity, this all-consuming desire mixed with the tenderness that only Leo could make her feel.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting against each other as they tried to catch their breath. Leo's hands still held her close, his thumb brushing gently over the curve of her hip.

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