"You love watching me kill," Leo growled, his voice a dark, dirty rasp.
He didn't wait for her to answer. Leo reached up, grabbed a thick fistful of her hair through her dark veil, and yanked her head back, exposing her throat.
He crushed his mouth against hers.
It was a violent, heavy, desperately wet make-out session. Leo forced his tongue past her lips, tasting her completely. He kissed her with all the pent-up aggression and adrenaline of the fight.
Katherine's rapier clattered uselessly onto the marble floor. Her Imperial discipline shattered into a million pieces. She threw her arms around his thick neck, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders. She kissed him back feverishly, letting out muffled, desperate noises into his mouth.
Leo slid his large, calloused hand down her side. He grabbed her left breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing the heavy flesh violently. He kneaded her rough, rolling her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
