27- Leonidas

He folded the last scroll of the plans as he wiped sweat away from his sweaty forehead, a small sound of triumph leaving his lips.

She would be happy with me now.

The thought made him feel sort of feverish, making him want to be under his gaze like cold water cooling his hot skin.

He squeezed his thighs in anticipation, the fact that he had not even seen her in months heightening his needs but kept himself at the edge.

The last time she had touched him, it had been ecstatic, and though he had tried recreating the feeling, something he had relayed in his letters with her decreeing that he was not to touch himself until her say so, it did not feel half as enjoyable as when she was in front of him.

Was it the way she stared at him with expectancy or like he was something that she was just blessing with her presence that excited him?

Leonidas wanted to dig his nails into his arms again but stopped himself just in time. She did not like that and he did not want to anger her.

Besides, every