When Love Comes Late by PASSION

Longing for the moment to stretch on, Stella reached up, attempting to unbutton Matthew’s shirt.

But after a few clumsy tries, she fumbled and sighed, her frustration plain.

“Why can’t I get this right… What do I do?”

“Hey, don’t stress,” Matthew murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Taking Stella’s hand, he guided her, showing her how to work the buttons and unbuckle his belt.

In a flash of passion, Matthew tore at Stella’s clothes, his lips finding their way to her soft curves, kissing her full breast with tender intent.

The room seemed to swirl with heat, the air charged with something palpable and sweet.

They tumbled from the sofa to the bedroom, and from there, to the bathroom, wrapped up in each other like nothing else existed.

After they had rinsed away the remnants of the night in the bathroom, Matthew scooped Stella up and carried her back to bed, where the irresistible pull of desire took hold yet again.

Stella was spent, her body drained, her eyelids far too heavy

Sleep claimed her swiftly.

moment, her breath

contented sigh, though faint scratches trailed across his back-marks Stella had left in the

he studied Stella, his gaze

familiar about the evening’s events, yet his mind offered

or why, it

crossed

of bed, he dressed in

intending to

eye-a document tucked

date on it

year after he and Stella had

soft, steady drizzle fell outside, enveloping the world in a

dull ache throughout her body, her head throbbing painfully from the excesses of last