Aya's POV
As much as we were able to, we made love as long as we could, until we were breathless, and our hearts were pounding in unison.
It had been exquisitely slow and Lok was wonderfully tender. His patience with me knew no bounds. Everytime I looked into his eyes, they were golden and shining with his love. God's, I love him so much!
We touched and we caressed. Our lips melded and broke apart to lick and suck, then would come back together as if magnetized. He tasted of me, and I tasted of him. We could only do so much, but for now, it was enough.
Upon waking, we were a mass of tangled limbs. It was hard to tell where he began and I ended.
