The Love From Vengeance

320: ARCANE ARDOR

ARIEL’S POV

With Luke and I standing and embracing in our bedroom, the warmth of his touch enveloped me like a comforting cocoon. The passion was lucent, and indeed, it was magnificent. Fully verified, with the lovely desires being magnified.

Our lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a silent exchange of love and reassurance. At that moment, all the worries and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection between us. A connection that was so heavenly, bringing the thoughts of me being in paradise to my head. The golden feeling sparkled upon me.

In the blissful moment, our kiss deepened, and Luke’s hands roamed gently over my body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from deep within me. Each caress sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my veins, with the imposing flames that burned with an intensity I had never known before.

With practiced ease, Luke began to slowly undress me, his touch reverent and tender. Each article of clothing fell away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him. But there was no fear, only trust and a deep–seated desire that pulsed between us like a living, breathing thing. I was drowning in an endless sea. An endless sea of

bliss.

Stepping into the shower, with the warm water transposing over our bodies, Luke’s touch became more urgent, demanding, and passionate, the great desires compounding–truly remarkable. His lips sought mine with a hunger mirrored my

own,

and his hands explored every curve and contour with a reverence that left me

breathless.

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in a timeless embrace, bound

shower enveloped us, mingling with the heat of our bodies. I

that would be etched in my memory forever. In Luke’s

I had never

carried on with the monumental touch. His eyes burned with an intensity

searing kiss, his tongue tracing the contours of my mouth with a hunger that left me weak at the knees. I melted into his embrace, my hands

embrace.

spine. Every

bested me with a succession of passionate kisses. I arched into his touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands found

couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped my lips; the sheer ecstasy of the moment overwhelmed my senses. Luke’s touch was electric, igniting sparks of desire that danced across

each caress, our passion grew, building to a crescendo that threatened to engulf us both. And we moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the depths of our desire, going on to higher heights, climbing to

Luke’s arms, I had found the love and passion–the sense of completeness- that seemed to have been hidden from me before. The desire burns every second. Felicity, glee, and all the great and wonderful things are all mixing up together. Yes, indeed, it was great and perfect, and the movements

world or something. But it was one passionate embrace at a

was locked on mine, and then he pressed me gently against the wall of the shower, his lips trailing down my neck, showering hot kisses and the marks–I could tell they had unfolded right on that spot. I gasped while his hands

me

knees before me, his lips blazing a scorching trail down my abdomen. My breath caught in my throat as he

mark, and as for me? I let out a soft moan of pleasure, the sensation sending electric shocks of delight going round and round right through my veins.

left me trembling with desire. I arched