THE MORNING RHYTHM
317 Words
The sun rose over the city, casting a warm, golden glow across the apartment. The "Draft Mode" was officially in full swing.
Day 2 didn't start with an alarm clock; it started with the feeling of soft sunlight and the weight of Elias’s arm draped over Maya’s waist. When Maya stirred, Elias pulled her closer, his lips finding the curve of her neck for a slow, morning greeting.
"Morning, Lois," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. Maya turned in his arms, her hair a wild, beautiful mess on the pillow. "Still here, Clark?"
"Not going anywhere," he promised.
He leaned in, and the morning air was suddenly charged again. What started as a gentle "good morning" quickly deepened. Elias cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lower lip before his mouth met hers. It was a passionate, slow-burn kiss—one that tasted of shared secrets and the quiet intimacy of the morning.
Maya wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders, pulling him over her as they lost themselves in each other all over again.
The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, but inside the room, the heat was only rising. Elias’s focus was unwavering, his movements deliberate and filled with a possessive sort of worship that left Maya breathless.
The Rhythm of the Morning
The playful giggles soon melted into soft, rhythmic gasps. As Elias continued, Maya’s fingers tangled firmly in his dark hair, her back arching slightly off the cool sheets. The contrast between his rough, stubble-shadowed jaw and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs sent sparks dancing across her nerves.
Every time she thought she had reached her limit, Elias found a new way to pull another sigh from her lips. He looked up for a brief second, his eyes dark with a mixture of hunger and adoration.
"All mine, remember?" he murmured against her skin, his voice vibrating through her.
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