𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

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Mature content ahead

Song:
pillow talk x birthday- zayn and katy perry
slowed

LEENA

I watch as he closes the distance between us, and I'm barely able to process his lips crashing onto mine. His lips were soft. Really, really soft.

I finally manage to respond, my lips pressing back into his with growing urgency, a soft sigh escaping me as I lose myself in the moment.

My hands instinctively reach up, my fingers threading through his hair, tangling gently in the soft strands as I pull him closer. Every sensation feels heightened-the warmth of his skin, the steady rhythm of his breath against mine, and the way his touch sends a shiver down my spine.

God, he was so incredibly handsome, and I couldn't help but marvel at the way his presence seemed to consume my every thought. The intensity of it all, the way he made my heart race and my mind go quiet, was almost overwhelming in the best possible way.

Not slowing his pace, he continues to kiss me, reaching behind my knees to lift me up and press me against the wall. My legs wrap around him in response.

Pulling away from the searing kiss just long enough to catch my breath, I feel my heart racing as I look into his eyes. My voice comes out in a rushed, desperate whisper, thick with longing. "I want you," I murmur, my need unmistakable. "Please, I can't wait any longer."

At my pleading, a hint of desire flashes through his eyes and before you know it, he's reaching for my shirt and pulling it off.

We move our intimate encounter from the wall to the more comfortable embrace of his bed. His lips trail a sensual path down the length of my neck, drawing a gentle sigh from my lips.

As he moves his attention to my chest, he pauses, his eyes seeking approval before proceeding further. I nod impatiently.

A frown makes his way onto his face before he speaks. "Words, Leena."

I let out a sigh, a mixture of surrender and anticipation as I whisper, "yes, you can take it off." As he peels away the delicate lace of my bra, my chest is bared before him, exposed in all its vulnerability.

I was a bit worried about him seeing me like this. I could be a bit insecure at times, and for him to see me without any clothes was already a lot for me to handle.

His eyes move over my now bare chest and he goes quiet. "What's wrong?" My lips form a thin line, scared that he didn't like what he saw.

He leans down, his lips softly finding the valley of my chest, a gentle kiss that sends a shiver through my body. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice filled with genuine awe. Then, taking one of the mounds into his mouth, he elicits a soft moan from me as I arch up into his touch.

He then brings his mouth to the other, giving it an equal amount of attention before leaving a path of wet kisses down my stomach and towards the waistband of my pants.

He slowly hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my pants, gently sliding them down my legs and tossing them aside carelessly. Then, with a gentle tug, his fingers toy with the edge of my underwear, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath.

Angel looks up at me once again for approval and I mutter a 'yes' for him to continue.

Even though a sense of impatience surged within me, I couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the fact that he still took the time to ask for my consent.

It was a small gesture, yet incredibly meaningful, especially since it was so clear to both of us that I desired him just as much as he desired me.

Still, he respected me enough to seek my permission, and that made me feel valued in a way I hadn't expected. It was a reminder of the care and consideration he held for me, even in the heat of the moment.