That night, he claimed her like never before. Then he reached for her, there was something desperate in the way he held her, something that felt almost like fear. His touch wasn’t rough this time, it was trembling, uncertain, as if he was trying to memorize every part of her before it slipped away.
He kissed her not out of power or anger, but out of something deeper that neither of them could name. Every movement carried both passion and sorrow, as though he was holding onto a dream he was afraid to lose.
Leah felt it too change in him. It wasn’t lust, It was longing. It was painful. It was a man fighting the only war he didn’t know how to win. She wrapped her arms around him, and for once, she didn’t resist.
“Take as much as you want" Leah whispered before he lost himself in her. But w
