Javier lay on his back, staring at the ceiling of the shelter, lost in a haze of memory.
Last night replayed behind his eyes.
The way Liana bit her lower lip, her cheeks flushed, eyes shining with unshed tears. Every detail vivid: her breath catching, the trembling in her voice, the way her fingers gripped his hand tightly as she tried to muffle her cries, determined not to cry out even as her body shook beneath him.
He could still feel the rhythm of her breath, the way she clung to him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, leaving her so elegant, so utterly beautiful even in that most vulnerable moment.
And when she finally reached her limit, her body tensed, a long, elegant arch of her back, her legs trembling, head tossed back. Her eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping as she bit her lower lip to hold back anything louder. Even in that most vulnerable moment, Liana was beautiful.
