The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

Still standing in the bathroom, I did nothing but watch Luke as he stepped into the shower. The warm water moved down his toned body, causing his muscles to glisten. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he moved closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine. Suddenly, he reached out and wrapped his strong arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

It was a perfect touch, as I could feel his suit against my damp skin, the heat from the shower, and his body enveloping me. I could say he wanted me badly, because I wanted him as well. The feeling could be mutual, probably. And we both stood still, our bodies pressed together, as we looked into each other’s eyes like never before. Right here, right now, I knew that this was just the beginning of something special between us.

And I stood here, right in this bathroom, completely naked, with the feeling that I was vulnerable, while Luke’s eyes roamed over my body. But at the same time, his intense gaze filled me with a sense of desire I had never felt before. It was really mesmerizing. We continued to look into each other’s eyes without saying a word as he slowly took off his suit. My feet moved really fast, like they were going with the speed of light, and I could feel the heat rising between us. I was mesmerized by the way he moved, each movement purposeful and deliberate.

Indeed, I felt this perfect sense of longing as I watched him get ready for the actions we were about to follow through with. And while he continued to face me, eyes still locked on each other, a small smile played right on his lips, and I couldn’t resist the urge any longer. I closed the slight distance between us and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss.

With our bodies still pressing against each other, our eyes were still locked in a silent understanding. This connection was more than just physical; it was absolutely amazing–something deeper and more powerful. And we continued to kiss, our tongues moving together with great passion right there.

moment of our embrace, the passion ignited, setting a fire ablaze. Our lips meeting in a kiss so tender, desire flaring, bodies surrendering, hearts beating, the spark galvanizing. Yes, with every touch, a wonderful spark is born. The passion materialized, with the feelings adorned. Our fingers entwined, my heart still beating fast, and I could say the same–about him. The flow was going pretty well, with perfect harmony, making it look like time had stood still, as if everyone had gone out of the world, with the seconds freezing. I wanted this moment to be a long–lasting one, and

amazing symphony of passion, the heart was beating. His breath was warm against my skin, and I could lose myself in this passionate spin. His touch was like fire, igniting, enkindling,

sinking in passion, submerging in delectation, for he had

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way, lasting for eternity, if

materializing in every touch, because it was simply incredible. And it was clear that we were both drowning in this love, much like a rocket to paradise. His kisses were like magical spells, casting them right on me. For

fire, burning brightly with passionate desire. In his arms, I could say I had found a restful home. Let my

water continued moving down our bodies, wetting us up as we were

to an end; his hands were still wrapped around my waist, though the fingers were intertwined. Still, the fervent hold came back, and our lips continued to stir together in perfect harmony. My body trembled, shaking with desire,

more flames within me. We were completely lost in each other, and everything else could just fade at the moment. His lips

our breath, and Luke fixed his gaze at my breasts. We looked at each other once again before he quickly seized me, and after turning me over, he flipped me against the wall. The next thing, I felt him

slowly into me, and his soft moans really turned me on. Both of my eyes were closed as these soft moans continued to escape my

him go deeper in me. I could feel him hitting my walls; the pleasure was a great one. He shifted his face closer to mine; I could feel his hot breath, listening to his soft moans. He stopped slamming me vigorously and began to move his rod slowly in circles. I knew I was going

kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths. His movement in me was a slow one,