This time, their lovemaking was slower, more intimate. Dave took his time, savoring every inch of her, as if he were committing her to memory. Celine met his every move with equal passion, her hands roaming over his body, memorizing the lines of his muscles and the warmth of his skin.
Their connection felt deeper now, as though they had moved beyond the pain and doubt that had once threatened to tear them apart. They were whole again, two halves of a perfect union, lost in each other's embrace.
