Nayana
I sit quietly in the backseat of Leo’s sleek black car, my gaze fixed on the blur of the city passing by through the tinted glass. The morning sunlight spills across the streets of New York, but all I can think about is last night. The way Leo’s hands felt on my skin, the sound of his voice when he whispered my name while pounding me unrelentlessly, the way he rocked my entire world and made me melt beneath his touch.
My reflection on the window looks almost unfamiliar. My cheeks are still faintly flushed, my lips slightly swollen, and even though I try not to think about it, memories of how he touched me… how he claimed my body… keep replaying in my head. I shift uncomfortably, pressing my knees together, trying to shake the warmth spreading through me but the moment I shift, a w
