Midnight approaches, wrapped in candles and the liquid taste of vibrant passion. Vanilla flavors the air, mixing with the taste of her breath as he kissed her in that endless kiss that washed over them in time with the pound of her heart. He held her to him, feeling that trembling beat that called to him through the crush of her breasts on his chest. Her lips were luxury, delicate petals of crimson that drew him ever nearer, ever deeper down into the glory of her soul.
She had captured him, pulled him, and he had answered with tender touch cloaked in the fiercest passions. Their kiss overtook them, growing from eager mouths to the touch of hands, exploring fingertips, the entwining of legs and the press of their fire. Clothing fell forgotten as their bodies spread across the satin, wrapped completely in the sensation of touch and intimate currents of pleasure given. Bodies moved like spirits as moans called out in the night. The candles faded to nothing, and still they moved in endless need, joined as one and stroking deeply towards the crest of shared pleasure. Muscles worked, hands clasped, and kisses broke against overwhelming moans like waves on the shore.
The glorious storm grew stronger, swirling with passion and the peals of screaming thunder. Bodies arched together, eyes held locked, hands pulling one needfully into the other until finally they could take no more, calling out together in wordless, pleasured cries…
Slowing softly…
Drifting in tenderness and lingering kisses to fall asleep upon the comfort of trusting warmth.
Sleeping, for the moment, until the light of the morning sun brings warmth anew.
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