Reclaiming What Was Lost
I grounded her beneath me, my hands gripping her hips as if anchoring her to this moment, to me.
Age meant nothing to those who had waited centuries for this.
For each other.
I had given her my mind, my heart, my body—and soon, our souls would be one again.
Her old body still remembered my touch, my weight, my love.
And as I pressed kisses along her face, tracing the once-familiar path of her skin, she spread her legs wide, welcoming me back into the place that had always belonged to me.
Her soft moan was all the invitation I needed.
I thrust inside her, not with the desperate need of a young man, but with the certainty of a mate reclaiming what was his.
Her body responded instantly—tight, warm, pulsing around me like it had been waiting for this moment as
