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.

time the clock struck three, Stella was spent, her body drained, her eyelids far too heavy

Sleep claimed her swiftly.

a moment, her breath steady and

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

he studied Stella, his

was something hauntingly familiar about the evening’s events, yet

or why, it all felt like

shadow crossed

of bed, he

wardrobe, he opened it, intending to grab a fresh

something caught his eye-a document

date on it startled

a year after he and Stella had registered

soft, steady drizzle fell

body, her head throbbing painfully from