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.

stand still as we moved together in perfect harmony. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us locked in a timeless embrace, bound together by an unbreakable bond of

steam from the shower enveloped us, mingling with the

another great moment that would be etched in my memory forever. In

that I had

the steamy mist, he carried on with the monumental touch. His eyes burned with

a hunger that left me weak at the knees. I melted into

embrace.

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

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 electric, igniting

we moved together in perfect harmony, lost in the depths of our desire, going on to higher heights, climbing to the top

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

But it was one passionate embrace at a time. A love that took me higher, never going to fall. All in all, this was

his lips trailing down my neck, showering hot kisses and the marks–I could tell they had unfolded right on that spot.

me

me, his lips blazing a scorching trail down my abdomen. My breath caught in my throat as he nuzzled against my sensitive skin, his hands gripping my hips

round right through my veins. Luke’s movements were

folds, teasing and pleasing with a skill that left me trembling with desire. I arched my back against the wall, losing myself in the