"I must be insane," Liz murmured softly.
Then, they resumed their lovemaking with even more intensity and passion.
Their breaths mingled as they held onto each other, the world around them slowly regaining focus.
The cool night air contrasted with their heated skin, and their heartbeats gradually slowed, their echoes resonating in the surrounding silence.
As the intensity of the moment subsided, Liz's fingers gently traced patterns on Gabriel's back, her touch providing relief from the fire that had consumed them.
Their eyes locked, a mixture of emotions swirling within their depths—desire, vulnerability, and a sense of shared intimacy.
It was a moment that defied explanation, a connection forged in the crucible of their passion.
In that shared gaze, they discovered a silent understanding, a recognition of the depths to which they had surrendered.
