They were right next to the bed when she touched his arm stretched against the pole of his four-poster bed before he caught a hold of her hand. Then before he could stop himself, he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth, her body left flinching.

She broke the kiss for a moment and gave him an intense gaze that went straight to his heart. It seemed to Holt that her bright dazzling blue eyes were impaling him yet he was not able to look away. And oh God, how he wanted her! He wanted to take her in his arms and make love to her. He wanted them to live their passion all over again. His breath felt strangled in his throat, it took all of his self-control not to have her right away. Longing for her had been the hardest thing to do.

Both oozing from desire, he moved swiftly towards her as she rushed forward into his arms. He wrapped his whole body around her, held her closer than ever. He could feel her heart hammering against his chest and his blood boiling through his veins. He kissed her deeply, passionately almost roughly, the way he wanted to kiss her and she responded with ardor, her lips pliable under his until he slid his tongue inside her mouth.

Her hands were on the nape of his neck and in his hair, and then moved onto his shoulders and his back as she was removing his shirt and him the rest of his clothes. He loved the feel of her fingers, so strong and supple, on his skin. Pulling her even closer, he slid his hands down her bare back, molding her body to his body, fitting her into him.

Lucy pressed herself closer, as filled with desire for Holt as he was for her. She was dizzy, her legs were weak and her whole body trembled as she leaned against him, clinging to him. Holt was tremendously aroused. He brought his mouth to the hollow in her neck, kissed it tenderly while one of his hands was busy running up her thigh and butt cheek to remove her black thong, and his other hand was undoing the top of her dress on the back of her neck. She wanted him to rip off her clothes just like he had done in the vault and other occasions, but she found irresistible the way he was handling her ever so manly and smoothly. She felt very much respected at this moment which was an indication that Holt's feeling for her had really evolved for the best during the time they were apart. He slipped her dress off of her at some point and let his mouth linger her shoulders, covering her with tender kisses.

Eventually, he released his hold on her, took her face between his hands and looked down into her eyes again. In the dusky light he saw a look of intense longing for him. He knew then that she felt the same as he did, and this inflamed him profusely.

He eased her down onto his bed, leaning over her. He smiled at her the same boyish crooked smile he would sometimes let out during their secret meetings, the one she knew so well by now, but tonight, it tugged at her heart.

He started to caress her body and ended up cupping both her breasts between his hands while kissing them. He licked her nipples and it came erect under his tongue. A small moan came from deep in Lucy's throat, and she put her arms loosely around him, her fingers slowly trailing down over his shoulder blades, patting over his tattoos, until they came to rest in the small of his back.

After a few seconds, Holt raised his head, kissed her passionately on the lips, devouring her with his mouth and his tongue and all the while he continued to fondle her breasts. Eventually his hands wandered down onto her flat stomach and her thighs, touching and stroking her silky skin until she was fully opened to him. He moved his kiss to her chest and then her belly as his hands slithered down onto her inner thighs. He kissed her groins and her soft skin. Precisely and with proficiency, his fingers caressed, explored, probed until he savored the velvet texture of her with his entire mouth, kissing her and licking her to stimulate her hard clit while dragging his fingers to the inner part of her. She felt insane from the fever that was taking over her.

As he was consumed by a raging desire for her, he endeavored to make this moment last as long as he could to give her everything he had in him.

He was arousing her fully now, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, his tongue and his fingers centered on the core of her. She gave herself up to him completely. She was transported, floating, as he kept on touching and kissing her. And he did so with such assurance and skills, he might have been being in bed with her just the day before.

He moved her legs, pushing her knees into a bent position, and then, slipping his hands under her buttocks, brought his mouth to her again, every progress inducing a reaction in her. A sharp sensation shot through her and she began to quiver. Looking up to her face, he went down on her again and his mouth and hands went on adoring her with sensitivity and delicacy.

Holt was fully aware of the effect his dexterity had on Lucy.

Holt was so inflamed by Lucy's mounting stimulation he thought he would explode, and he ached to be inside of her with every fiber of his being. But it had been so long since he had been in bed with her that he wanted to give her the most pleasure, to ensure she was entirely contempt and fulfilled first.

She cried his name, her quivering increased, and she gripped his head harder. He had to bring her to climax quickly now so that he could take her to him and give himself to her. The very moment after her body reached a steady deep spasm; he lifted himself onto her and went inside of her with a power and force that made the both of them gasps while sharing a strong stare.

Lucy clung to him, wrapping her legs around his back and cried out, "Holt, Oh my God, Holt!", and he brought his mouth down hard on hers and they began to move in unison, promptly finding back their own particular rhythm.

Their passion built up. He moved against her harder, more urgently, thrusting himself deeper inside her, her body arching up to his and she cleaved to him.

Holt was throwing his entire self being inside of her, molding her body onto his, clutching her and holding her so tight like he had never done before with anybody.

Suddenly, Holt stopped to push himself up on his hands and gazed down at her, which forced her to open her eyes and return a questioning gaze that he cleared up by a fervent line: "You're so beautiful, Lucy". He held her with his eyes, staring deeply into hers, and just as they had been mesmerized by each other a few months ago, so they were again. Their eyes locked, held fast; they looked harder and deeper, as if peering into each other's hearts and minds and souls.

Holt thought: -'This is definitely not only sexual attraction and chemistry, though God knows it's stronger with her than I've ever known it to be with anyone else. I love her. That's what this thing is all about. I love Lucy. I've loved her for months now, trying to get her to come back to me.'-

As Lucy was lost in his meaningful and expressive clear eyes, she begun to understand something: -Being with him was a huge deal for her, much more significant than she had ever imagined. She was changing. He made her feel so extraordinary.-

Holt begun to move again, slowly at first, loving her with his body and holding onto her curves. She strengthened her grasp of him, digging her fingers in his muscles and scratching his back. Hearing her moaning and feeling her so pleased and pliant beneath him was driving him crazy. He ate her mouth and tongue one more time. She moved against him picking up his rhythm which felt incredibly amazing to him as he had to let out, "Oh Yes, baby … Oh God, Luce!" He increased his speed, and so did she matching him all the way.

An impulsive extreme heat flooded up from her inner part that suffuse her whole being, and she curved to him tighter, her hands and arms locked around him, his name on her lips. Holt felt her warmth enveloping him, and he plunged further into her, moving back and forth faster and faster. He whispered, "Come to me my darling!" And she did as he flowed into her merging with her.

He shouted her name, heard her called his and they soared upward together, higher and higher, holding her in his arms as if to never let her go. He never would, he was in love with her.

He fell beside her, and as they were facing each other, her head resting on his forearm, he noticed her face still blushed and now glowing. Her eyes were soft and her mouth wide. Her face was a reflection that any tension within her had vanished. She had a new expression that left Holt wonder, 'Did she feel the same way he did? She had to; this joining was not just one-sided.'

She turned her back so that Holt could be spooning her. Being with each other again and the satin bed sheets that they were lying on made such a perfect comfortable surrounding atmosphere for the both of them that they fell asleep in an elated bliss.

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Hey guys,

I hope you've enjoyed this chapter.

I've tried to make the sex a bit more romantic than my previous crude story since now they are "making love" instead of screwing.

A couple of more chapters are yet to be added.

Please review and share your thoughts.

Cheers, Meg!