Their ragged breaths echoed in a symphonic cadence as their bodies entangled on the silk bed, their clothes peeling off their bodies within a blink of an eye.
They were both sufficed with longing and desires, having been away from each other for so long, they craved for their nostalgic touch, the taste of their lips against each other, the desirous heat as their feverish skins collided.
He hovered above her small frame beneath him, the bed sinking softly with their movement. His hands roamed about her soft, supple skin. It was cold at first, but the heat of their passion suddenly engulfed her body.
He cupped her face in his hands, delicately caressing her cheeks, his crimson eyes reflecting pools of adoration and awe, mostly gratitude, that finally she was in his arms once again, finally, he could hear her voice, feel her touch, inhale her scent.
