As she stepped into his apartment, the memories came flooding back. Their first time, their last fight, the passionate nights they shared and the regret of letting it all slip away. It was as if no time had passed as they locked eyes, their bodies remembering the familiar dance they once knew. Her clothing quickly disappeared, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her lingerie. His hands traced every inch of her skin, his rough fingers sending shivers down her spine as he reminded her of his dominance. He pulled her close, their hips grinding together in a primal rhythm. She could feel his arousal pressing against her, and it only fueled her desire for him. With one swift move, he lifted her onto the kitchen counter and slipped inside her, claiming her in one powerful stroke. Their moans echoed off the walls as they found their rhythm once again, lost in the passion of the moment.
