LORETTA

I don't think there would ever be a day, or year, or time in existence where I would get used to the feel of Elion's lips on mine

How he could make my body and soul come so alive by a single touch, I didn't understand, and neither did I want to

I stood on my tiptoes, meeting the gentle thrust of his lips with mine; if last night had been reckless passion, this morning was wonderful sweetness.

His large hand held my jaw in place, his body moving into mine till my back met the door and the comforter around me threatened to fall away, but I couldn't...