Chapter 230: Passionate Night (1)

Leonard gently scooped Ophelia's body from the ground and carried her in a bridal style as he walked his way to the soft mattress and gently placed Ophelia's delicate body on top of it, his eyes staring deeply into her ruby eyes, not leaving it even for a single second.

Their eyes are staring at each other, drowning in lust and passion, with their chests heaving from their prior actions.

As Leonard's calloused hands continued their tender exploration, they traversed from Ophelia's fair jaw, tracing a path of warmth along her skin.

With each gentle stroke, Ophelia felt a soft electricity coursing through her, heightening her senses and deepening the connection between them.

His touch moved with a reverence that spoke volumes, traveling along the delicate curve of her cheeks, mapping every contour as if committing them to memory.

The room seemed to shrink around them, enveloping them in an intimate cocoon where only their presence mattered.