Elissa couldn’t look away from Raphael.
His eyes…
No longer just amber, no longer just warm, filled with wild passion and danger.
Now, they held eternity.
A depth that wasn’t there before.
Shadows of the past raged within them, fire that had once burned him to the ground.
But the scariest part—she still reached for him.
Raphael shuddered as her fingers traced his skin.
He felt the world around him waver, her touch pulling him deeper and deeper.
— Elissa. — His voice was low, hoarse, almost starving.
She met his gaze, unwavering.
— I’m here.
He caught her wrist, pulling her closer.
— You don’t understand, — he whispered.
Elissa leaned in, her breath scorching.
— Then show me.
Raphael closed his eyes for a moment… and then simply broke.
His lips crashed onto hers—demanding, desperate.
The kiss wasn’t just passion.
It was remembrance.
His body knew her.
Every line.
Every curve.
As if time held no power over their desire.
Elissa moaned as his hands gripped her waist, pulling her so close that not even air remained between them.
Gabriel sighed from the side, not bothering to look at them.
— Well, here we go.
But Raphael didn’t hear him.
He reached for Elissa, holding her tighter, feeling their hearts pounding in unison.
Her skin burned.
Her lips were his salvation.
He craved her.
He had always craved her.
And now that he remembered…
He could never let go.