His hand, hindered by the injury, lacked nimbleness. Gently, Leonel cornered Alexis against the kitchen counter; another hand cradled the back of her head to prevent any escape. Their lips collided in a passionate kiss, entangling them both.

A sudden nip; Alexis had bitten his tongue.

Leonel paused, his obsidian eyes revealing a tumultuous storm of emotions as he gazed down at her.

Then, he fervently pleasured her, his lips and tongue driving her wild.

With his hand injured, he made sure to compensate with his mouth skillfully.