The room hadn't cooled since the sun began to set, but it wasn't as hot as it had been during the day.

It's still warm enough to feel the other way, but it's not as constricting.

The windows are opened just enough to allow the breeze to flow through the room, but it can't seem to penetrate the tense air between them.

She stands by the bed, her hand on the post and the other at her side.

She hadn't turned around when he walked in.

She didn't have to, she already knew he was there.

She knew how he walked, how he stood, knew his body from the inside out.

He stood close for a moment, too close for her to reach backwards but close enough for her to feel his heat along her spine.

He didn't touch her, not yet.

His silence wasn't concern, it was control.

She exhaled, slow, deliberate.

He moved then, brushing his fingers through her hair, pushing it from her neck, and leaning into the exposed skin.

He breathed her there, a slow trail of warmth from the base of her skull down her spine, not kissing, just breathing.

She shivered at the feeling of his breath, because there was a strange electricity running just beneath the surface of her skin, making her feel as if she would burst if she stopped breathing.

He moved his fingers to her waist, loosening the silk of her robe as he did.

The fabric slid from her shoulders, pooling at her feet, revealing her bare skin beneath the warm fabric.

She was bare, save for the thin layer of her robe that had already fallen away.

The dimming light in the room caught the light through the curtain, highlighting the curve of her back as she arched slightly.

She wasn't giving herself to him, not yet, but letting him take her, letting him earn it.

He moved lower, finding the sensitive skin at the top of her spine, kissing there lightly before moving lower, finding the space between her shoulder blades.

His hands moved to her hips as he followed her spine with kisses, slow and deliberate, his movements unhurried.

She stood as he moved, her breathing changed, steadied, and so did his, as if they were both matching the other, as if they weren't doing it alone.

She stepped forward, her hands finding the windowsill, her body leaning into the cool air that danced across her heated skin.

He knelt behind her, his breath catching at the sight before him, and the world faded away, consumed by the warmth of her skin and the smell of her, rich and womanly and intoxicating, the scent rolling over him in waves.

He kissed her inner thigh slowly, his mouth open, coaxing her to take what he gave willingly, his lips gentle and patient as she tightened her muscles, allowing him to explore, to widen her, her body already giving him everything he asked for.

She was soft beneath him, warm, her sex swollen with desire but restrained, her body coiled tight but ready to release for him, her taste rich but not overwhelming, a mixture of salt and something sweeter that rolled over his tongue as he kissed her.

He explored her at his own pace, using his tongue to trace light patterns against the sensitive skin of her thighs and hip, feeling her respond to him, her body pushing forward, searching, seeking, but finding only him.

Her breathing was steady, even, but loud in the still air, her hands pressing against the windowsill as she steadied herself, feeling as if she might float away if she didn't hold on.

He took her like this, slow, measured, patient, knowing, tasting every part of her as if committing it to memory.

She pushed herself towards him, just enough for him to notice, and he kissed her there, slow and thorough, his mouth soft against her sensitive flesh, and she moaned around her breath, the sound vibrating in her chest like a second heart.

He deepened his strokes, firm but slow, his tongue coaxing her, worshipping her, and she moved with him, her body responding to him, to the feel of him, her hips rolling forwards, searching, her hands steadying her as he took her.

Her whole body trembled beneath him, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her, her legs shaking as she pushed herself higher, her breath hitching as he touched her there.

The place she kept for him, hidden and secret, glistened for him.

He hovered over her, kissing her there lightly, testing her, and she shivered beneath him, her body tensing.

He did it again, pressing his tongue against the sensitive folds, sliding slowly, deliberately, teasing her there, finding the place just beneath her skin, kissing with patience, his hands steady against her hips as her body swayed, caught between pleasure and something else, something deeper.

She released her tension, pushing back towards him, just enough, her breath catching in her throat as he touched her there, his hands steadying her as he kissed her, slow and thorough, worshipping her body just as she had done him.

His fingers found her, gentle, sliding inside her as his tongue painted slow circles against her clitoris, and she moaned, her hands coming up to his head as he kissed her there again.

He moved in steady rhythm, his mouth coaxing her, his hands finding her pleasure, his tongue worrying at her skin, and she pushed herself to meet him, her body writhing beneath his touch, her whole being consumed by the pleasure he gave.

Her legs shook beneath him, her hands steadying her as he kissed her, her body coiled tight, her breath unsteady as she pushed herself towards him, her fingers threading through his hair as he touched her.

She was wet for him, her juices flowing freely, her scent thick in the air, the taste rolling over her tongue as she kissed him. Her body sang beneath him, her skin tingling, her heart hammering in her chest, her breath shallow as he moved between her legs.

He worshipped her, his body touching every part of her, every nerve, every sensitive spot, taking her slow and steady as he held her close, his hands sliding along her body, his fingers finding places she kept secret.

He kissed her there, filling her, his tongue slow, his mouth parted as he took her, and she moaned his name, a sound of pure want that vibrated from her chest and wrapped around her body.

Her hands found the windowsill again, steadying her as she pushed herself against him, her body begging him, pleading with him to take everything from her, to give her everything in return.

She felt as if her body would split open, she'd kept so much from him, but it all spilled out now in a steady stream as she surrendered to him, her breathing uneven as he took her.

His body consumed her, his touch sliding over her skin, his mouth painting slow patterns against her hips, his fingers finding the places no man had touched, his whole body worshiping her.

She was giving herself to him completely, her body exposed, her heart laid bare.

He kissed her slowly, then moved to the place between her legs, finding her, tasting her, filling her, his hands steady as her body trembled beneath him, her body coiled tight around his fingers.

She moaned, a sound that vibrated in her chest, curling around her, and he kissed her there, his mouth slow and sure as he took her, his tongue coaxing her, filling her, sliding deep into her, making her whole body shudder.

She pushed herself against him, her hands seeking him, needing him, her fingers sliding through his hair as he kissed her there, slow and thorough, his whole body consumed with the feeling of her.

He took her, filling her mouth with her taste, sliding his tongue deep into her, making her body sing with pleasure.

When he moved to the place between her legs, he took her there too, filling the space, his hands and mouth both claiming her, making her feel as if she'd never known what it was to be touched.

She was wet for him, her body aching, her fingers seeking him, her hands finding his hair as she pushed herself to him, her body craving him, but she knew he wanted to take his time, so she waited as he worshipped her, his body consuming hers.

He kissed the place between her legs again, and she moaned, her body trembling as he touched her there, just lightly.

He moved his tongue in slow, deliberate circles against her most sensitive spot, teasing her, sending another wave of pleasure through her, and she pushed herself towards him, her whole body wanting more.

He moved in slow, steady strokes, taking her there, making her feel as if she'd never known such pleasure, her hands finding the windowsill, steadying her as she pushed against him.

Her breath was shallow, uneven, and he slowed his pace as well, kissing her there, just enough to make her feel wonderful, just enough to keep her from bursting.

He continued, his tongue pressing against her folds, sliding into her, making her whole body burn with pleasure, his touch slow and steady, filling every part of her with heat.

Her whole body burned, her skin tingling, her legs shaking as she pushed herself to him, her hands finding the windowsill, her whole being consumed by the feeling of him.

She felt as if her body would explode, but she didn't stop, she pushed herself to him, her body trembling beneath his touch.

Her breath hitched as his tongue slid into her, feeling her muscles tense around him, and she kissed him there, her whole being alive with pleasure.

When he moved to the place between her legs, he kissed her there too, filling her, his whole body enjoying the feeling of her.

When he moved to the place between her legs, he kissed her there, filling her, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

Her body was writhing beneath him, her skin flushed, her legs shaking as she pushed herself to him, her hands finding the windowsill, steadying her as she did.

Her body was beautiful, her skin red from her own touch, the scent of her surrounding him, her taste exploding in his mouth as he kissed her there, slow and thorough.

He held her as she trembled beneath him, his hand moving against her hip as he kissed her there, filling her, his whole body enjoying the feeling of her.

He pushed her towards the place between her legs, kissing her there, making her feel as if her heart would burst.

She was wet for him, her body aching, her hands seeking him, needing him, her fingers sliding through his hair as she pushed herself to him, her body craving him.

She felt as if her body would split open, she'd kept so much from him, but it all spilled out now in a steady stream as she surrendered to him, her breathing uneven as he took her.

Her whole being consumed with the feeling of him.

When she finally collapsed against him, her body trembling, her hands finding the place against his chest.

He held her as the sun set, his arms wrapping around her, steadying her as she did.

They stayed like that for a while, her body pressed against his, neither saying a word, both enjoying the feeling of being together, of being whole.