He stood up, forgetting the pain in his left arm as he lifted her, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth with hungry urgency.

Before, their encounters had been purely physical—straight to the point, with no romantic gestures. But today, he wasn’t just going to explore her body; he was determined to make her moan his name in ecstasy. He would worship her as though it were the first time.

They pulled apart, both gasping for breath, as he carried her into the bedroom, holding her firmly.

"Calista..." he whispered, his eyes burning with desire, drawing her into the warm amber pools of his gaze. Calista found herself wanting...