Not for me
A Night of Passion
The rain tapped against the windowpane as Elias opened the door to find Sarah waiting for him. She was dressed in nothing but silk pajamas, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall.
“Come inside, you’re wet,” she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation.
Elias stepped inside, his eyes tracing every curve of her body. “I love you too, Sarah.”
They collapsed onto the bed, the sheets pooling around them like a sea. Her hands explored his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, while his fingers danced over her breast, feeling the softness beneath her silk.
“Tell me what you want,” Sarah murmured, pressing herself against him.
“I want to lose myself in you,” Elias confessed, pressing a kiss to her neck, tasting the salt of rain mixed with her skin.
Sarah’s hands found his belt, and together they worked it undone. The click of each buckle echoed through the room, a rhythmic anticipation building between them.
When they finally connected, Elias groaned into her hair. “God, Sarah…”
Sarah’s hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop now, Elias. Please…”
They moved together, a tangle of skin and desire. Elias kissed her deeply, each stroke of his tongue a promise of things to come. Sarah’s nails dug into his shoulders, marking him as hers.
The bed creaked under their weight, the sheets rustling like whispers. Elias held her close, his heart hammering against hers, synchronized with the rhythm of their making love.
When it was over, they lay tangled together, breathless and satisfied. Sarah traced the line of his jaw, her eyes half-lidded with contentment.
“Best night of my life,” she whispered.
Elias kissed her forehead. “Every night with you is my favorite.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall, washing the world clean, while inside, they were finally at peace.
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