Leon Kennedy

The trembling in your heart reminded you of all the nights with the blue-eyed man. A heavy, hot breath pressed against your neck every time, while painfully familiar hands tenderly caressed the skin on your hips, the other squeezing your fragile waist. The sounds of body slapping against body filled my ears, not letting me forget about those passionate nights. You were in an incredibly desirable relationship with Leon. The one without whom more than one wet thought could not do, spinning in your mouth and warming your body much more deeply with hot feelings of need. Your legs wrapped around your taut torso as the man ravaged you, disconnecting from your lower body. This night was no different. But one moment will clearly stick in your head, like a moment of childhood thunderstorm in a completely empty and dark house. -Maybe we could go to a movie or a restaurant one of these days? You haven’t taken me anywhere for a long time.-you said sweetly, revealing a slight smile. -No. Don't pretend that there is anything between us other than sex.-Your smile immediately faded at the man’s razor-sharp words, and your hands nervously clenched the fabric of the bed. -I only need you for satisfaction and stress relief,-the man crawled away from you, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on a T-shirt. -Go away. I won't need you today.