Inferno

LEONARDO'S POV

If this was some sort of vivid dream, I'm hoping to high heaven that I never have to snap out of it. Rosalina Russo, my fiercest rival in the hotness department, the one who both drove me crazy and intrigued me, was reacting to my touch. She gazed at me with those eyes, the golden sparks swirling in her pupils becoming so gentle, that it was almost hypnotic to watch.

Meanwhile, a wave of discomfort surged through me, a stark reminder of my own physical response. My dick was hurting like a motherfucker against my flyers and all I wanted was to take refuge in her wet heat until I was thoroughly spent.

"Leo," her voice was almost a soft plea, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on my chest through the thin fabric of my shirt.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering against her skin. "You're an inferno beneath me, baby, and I want to stoke that fire until we're both consumed by it. Tell me you want this as much as I do." I demanded, leaving n