She returned to the reality in his arms, all strong, hard and waiting for her. He was holding her to his chest, where her head rested on his shoulder and she was easily lost in the heat and scent of him. His fingers stroked through her hair, spreading it long across her soft pillow. The softness in his actions made her needy again. The desire aching on her limbs, her opening and her soul like never before. She could never get enough of this man or how was it that she wanted him again just when she had come a minute ago in his arms.
She pressed a kiss on his chest, shaking him from the silence. But he did not move this time. He adjusted his body so that he could meet her eyes.
"What changed you?" she stilled. Her body curled for a different reason but he held her shoulders, not letting her close again, not abandoning him again.
