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.

for a moment, her

faint scratches trailed across his back-marks Stella had left in the heat

light, he studied

hauntingly familiar about the evening’s events, yet his mind offered no

why, it all

shadow crossed

of bed,

intending to grab a

eye-a document tucked away

date on it startled

from a year after he

steady drizzle fell

body, her head throbbing painfully from the