LILA
By the time he entered her again, her head—and heart—were humming. Her skin felt like it was swelling, reaching for him. The hunger in her drove her to pant and pull at him, to cry her need. But he wouldn't give in to the animal of it all.
She pleaded and he smiled. She kissed him and he loved her with his lips, his tongue. She begged, and he combed her hair back and brought her back to him, to them.
He wouldn't let her run.
He wouldn't let her escape.
He made her look, and feel and be there with him.
With a tenderness that forced her to soften and slow, he touched her, took her, loved her with his body. It was as if he brought everything with him and put it at her feet, to worship at the shrine of her.
Every touch, every sound, it all took her back to the moments that had brought them to this one—all they ways they'd come together in need, in fear, in heat, and in pure, shining love.
