Terrence’s eyes were slit, the tiny pathway between wake and sleep was narrow, but the geography of Eliza’s body was with him on either side. His knowledge of every part of her was stained in his conscious and subconscious. His lips were swollen from kiss after kiss, underscoring how much he had missed her. The taste on his tongue was of the now soft, dewy patch that was triangular in the juncture between her hips. He reached for that soft spot, even as her breath deepened. Further up, he sought the roses along her ribcage, and let his fingers dip along the bones there.
He moved his hand from her, and then reached for the damp nape of her neck. He had used her well. Every bit of her, he had needed to touch every bit of her. Not that he had forgotten a thing, but that he wanted to seal his memory of each bit.
It had only been a few days since they had seen each other, but the hunger was like something in a movie. It had a sound, breath and need that surpassed anything that he could imagine.
She turned on her side, uncovered, completely bare to his gaze and comfortable in her skin. His heavy eyes fell, she had used him quite well too, his body was heavy from lovemaking and he wanted to rest. Closed eyed, he wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her damp nape, her sweet sweat and desired nothing else.
The hunger now sated would return, but for now, she was in his arms again.
She was his.
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I love that they are together again even though they were apart for only a couple of days. The love between them is beautiful 🙂
Rebel xox