Recent content by Leandra Marin

Gella was in thought, and she stayed silent. There was no chance she'd interrupt his silence right now, it was obvious he was concerned about their situation. She personally did not care if this Old Man liked her or not, but funding for the Emerald's was the important piece. She had to be on her...

In her hesitation, Gella's eyes rose to meet hers. It was only for a second, but his features softened, and the hint of a smile in her direction was all she needed for reassurance. She knew that expression was for no one but her, and she held onto that tightly. As quickly as it was there, it was...

Leandra had busied herself throwing together a quick meal, luckily most of it had already been prepared. It took a lot to feed Gella's gang, and the cook was well prepared to handle latecomers, especially when one of them happened to be Gella himself. She loaded a tray up with plates and drink...

Gella was unreadable to her as he readied himself. She felt the urge to reassure herself by questioning him but stopped herself short. She didn't think the timing was appropriate, and the extra tension might be enough to irritate him into lashing out. She knew there was more under the surface...

Leandra sat up in bed as Gella finally roused himself from the comfort of his bed, her eyes following his every movement. Finally, she pulled herself from the covers, her naked skin pale in the filtering sunlight slipping through the curtains. She pulled her crumpled garments on, quietly...

Time seemed to pass deliciously slow as Leandra continued to occupy Gella's bed for the remainder of the morning. She soaked in every minute of pleasure that she received, enjoying the sounds he made when she gave it back. The time would come though, that they needed respite from the exercises...

Leandra was still imagining his slumbering face as she gazed at the man beside her. He had looked so peaceful, vulnerable. It had made her heart tender towards him, and despite how she had initially acted, she wanted more of that. She was wary of being hurt; she had been any other time she had...

Leandra paused as Gella spoke, a leather boot clutched in her hand. She turned to face him, her own face a mixture of emotion, mostly landing on confused. She stood staring at him for a moment before letting the boot clunk mutely to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, turning her neck to...

Gella opened his sleepy eyes, and she found hers dancing away. She pulled her hand from his face, tucking both delicate hands to her as if to shield herself. She had been open and vulnerable with him throughout the night, and so had he. This was the morning after though, and things might change...

The Aftermath.... Leandra woke, feeling the warm arms of Gella still wrapped around her. She was sore, worn out, but the happiest she had been in a very long time. She had watched Gella transform right before her eyes, with every touch, and kiss, and breath, he had changed into a different man...

Leandra was hyper aware of every place his hands touched, it made her body tremble, made her breath come out in short bursts. She ached to feel his skin against hers, clothing infuriatingly in their way. She was barely thinking, barely realizing they were still very openly in the bar. Her only...

If she had wanted to, she could have taken advantage of her newfound power over Gella. If she had been anyone else, she would have without question. She couldn't bring herself to do it, couldn't strike him down like the viper she pretended to be. No, there was something here that made her body...

There were no thoughts in her head, only feelings and sensations. She was crazy, she knew she was crazy. She was kissing Gella, the man that held her life in his hands. She shouldn't trust him, let alone kiss him. She didn't know what had possessed her, but now that it was done, she was falling...

Leandra didn't know why she had done it, just that she knew it had to be done. There was an almost morbid curiosity to seek out this weird attraction she had for him. Was it the fact that he was dangerous? Was it because she wanted to not be the one in control for a change? She didn't know the...

Leandra hovered, not sure if she should leave or stay. She was seeing him in a vulnerable light, and it made it hard for her to walk away. She realized she was leaving everything up to him, but perhaps she needed to face her own indecision and show him something she wanted. The desire to feel...