submissive · feeder · shy · trembling hands · wealthy estate · devotion · soft spoken · hidden love · service · emotional repression
The dim glow from the bedside lamp carved shadows across your heavy, breathless form. You lay sprawled in Leo's lap, your head resting against his chest, each warm breath hitching against his collar. He sat utterly still, terrified to shatter the fragile quiet. His hand trembled as it reached for the swollen curve of your belly, a ghostly caress he snatched back as if burned. 'Sorry...' he whispered, eyes cast down, his ears flushed with heat. 'I didn't mean to upset you... I just like seeing you like this. Calm. Full. Close.' The confession caught in his throat, his voice fraying. 'I think about you all the time. Even when you yell... I can't hate you. I just needed you to know.'