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.

moved together in perfect harmony. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in a timeless embrace, bound

enveloped us, mingling with the heat of

moment that would be etched in my memory forever. In Luke’s arms, I had found love and passion and a sense of

had

and the steamy mist, he carried on with the monumental touch. His eyes burned with an intensity that matched the fiery passion revolving through my veins.

he captured my lips in a 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 tangling in his hair as our bodies

embrace.

down my spine. Every touch and every caress released a powerful

into his touch, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His hands found their way to my

sheer ecstasy of the moment overwhelmed my senses. Luke’s touch was

perfect harmony, lost in the depths of our desire, going on to higher heights, climbing to the top of the mountain of delectation. And then the clouds moved close to us, pouring raindrops of gratification because this intoxication was one of a kind, and I

in 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

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. All in all,

shower, his lips trailing down my neck, showering hot kisses and the marks–I could tell

me

lips blazing a scorching trail down my abdomen. My breath caught in

of pleasure, the sensation sending electric shocks of delight going round and round right through my veins. Luke’s movements were deliberate, purposeful, magnificent, flamboyant, and prominent–all the

skill that left me trembling with desire. I arched my back against the wall, losing myself in the overwhelming waves of ecstasy