Ziv lingered in the darkness outside the house, his steps slow and hesitant as he made his way toward the guest cottage where he was staying. The soft glow of the porch light cast his retreating shadow long and thin against the gravel path. Liora stood at the door, her pulse quickening as she watched him go.
"Ziv." Her voice cut through the quiet night, trembling but sure.
He stopped, turning slowly. "Yes?"
Her heart pounded as she stepped down from the porch, bare feet pressing into the cool earth. She hesitated for only a moment before meeting his gaze, her cheeks flushed with a mix of longing and resolve.
"Come back," she whispered, the words carrying an electric charge.
Ziv's eyes widened briefly, his surprise melting into an intense look that sent shivers down her spine. He closed the distance between them in a few swift steps. Before she could speak again, his hands were on her waist, pulling her close as his lips found hers.
The kiss was hungry, years of yearning pouring into every movement. Liora clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as his hands roamed her back, pressing her against him. The world around them dissolved, leaving only the heat building between them.
They stumbled back into the house, the door shutting with a soft thud behind them. Liora led him up the stairs, their kisses growing deeper, more desperate with each step. By the time they reached her room, her sundress was slipping from her shoulders, and Ziv's shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the toned muscles of his chest.
The moonlight streaming through the window bathed them in a silvery glow as they fell onto the bed. Ziv hovered over her, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands exploring her curves with reverence and hunger.
"Liora," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with desire.
She arched beneath him, her breath hitching as his lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. "I've waited so long for this," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Their bodies moved together, a perfect rhythm that seemed to erase the years of distance between them. Liora's nails raked down his back, drawing a groan from his lips as he buried himself deeper into her. The room filled with the sound of their breaths, their whispers, and the raw, unrestrained passion they had kept at bay for so long.
Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other, every touch igniting a fire that consumed them both. Liora's body trembled as waves of pleasure washed over her, and Ziv held her close, his lips pressing tender kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
When they finally collapsed into each other's arms, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths mingling, Liora felt a deep, bone-deep satisfaction she hadn't known was possible.
Ziv brushed a strand of hair from her face, his gaze tender. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered," he said softly.
Liora smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "And you're exactly who I've been waiting for."
They lay there in contented silence, the warmth of their connection wrapping around them like a blanket.
Later that night, as the house grew quiet, Liora's father returned from the vineyard, humming softly to himself. He climbed the stairs to her room, intending to wish her goodnight. When he reached her door, he noticed the faint flicker of light beneath it and hesitated.
His hand lifted to knock, but before he could, he caught the low murmur of voices inside. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as realization dawned. Turning away, he chuckled softly to himself and whispered, "About time."
He descended the stairs, his heart light. Outside, the vineyard stretched out beneath the moonlight, silent and serene—a perfect backdrop for the echoes of love and the promise of new beginnings.