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.

perfect harmony. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us locked

mingling with the heat of our bodies. I

forever. In Luke’s

had never

the steamy mist, he carried on with the monumental touch. His eyes burned with an intensity that matched the fiery

his tongue tracing the contours of my mouth with a hunger that left me weak at the knees.

embrace.

possessiveness that sent tons of desire down my spine. Every touch and every caress released a powerful

ran his fiery lips down my neck, he bested me with a succession of passionate kisses. I arched into his touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands found their way to my breasts, teasing and tantalizing, sending waves of

my senses. Luke’s touch was electric, igniting sparks of

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

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 were nonstop. We surrendered to the intensity of our desire, and

felt invincible like I was going to conquer the world or something. But it was one passionate embrace at a time. A love that took me higher, never going to fall.

neck, showering hot kisses and the marks–I could tell they had unfolded right on that spot. I gasped while his hands explored every inch of my body, igniting a fierce desire that burned like wildfire within

me

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

and round right through my veins. Luke’s movements were deliberate, purposeful, magnificent, flamboyant, and

I arched my back against the wall, losing myself in the overwhelming waves