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Chapter Sixty-Five: Spoiling Promise

Author: Oziomachi
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-04 00:25:33

Sophia's POV

“Okay,” I smiled.

“I’ll tell the maids to move your things,” he said softly, continuing to dry my hair with gentle fingers.

Leonard's hands trailed gently across my back, his fingers slipping just beneath the soft edges of my robe as he leaned closer, his breath grazing the crook of my neck. I could feel the heat from his body against mine, and the way his lips moved so slowly, so deliberately, just beneath my ear—it made my skin erupt in goosebumps.

“You’re warm,” he whispered, lips brushing lightly against my shoulder as he pulled my robe slightly lower. “I love when you smell like this… fresh and soft—like you belong only to me.”

His words, possessive yet gentle, sent a shiver down my spine. My heart was still beating fast from what had happened earlier in the bathroom. His touch, his voice, his presence—they had all branded me. I tilted my head back slightly, giving him more access to my neck, which he happily took advantage of, placing featherlight kisses
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