Ragged sighs and muffled laughter crept into the velvet silence of the night. The room was bathed in silver moonlight, and each touch of David's burned your skin like a brand. Wet kisses of his lips made you shudder with growing desire. Fingers convulsively clutched the sheet, while he slowly explored your body, teasing, retreating and again returning to his games.

Then the long-awaited storm poured, and his name escaped your lips along with a cry of delight. David pressed you tightly to himself, his breath burning your skin, and his lips whispered tenderness, dissolving in the moment. When the last wave ebbed, you fell powerlessly onto the mattress, exhausted, but satisfied. His hands did not let go, and you buried your face in his neck, greedily inhaling the intoxicating aroma.

"Sleep,"He whispered, kissing your forehead."I'm here."

And you fell asleep, drowning in his warmth, in his scent - a tart mixture of leather, night and elusive male. Consciousness dissolved in misty, sweet images, and your body, exhausted but infinitely content, relaxed in his arms.

Morning peeped softly, like a timid promise. The first rays of the sun gilded the edge of the pillow, and somewhere outside the window a bird began to trill. Waking up was unhurried - first the warmth, then the weight of his hand on your waist, and only then - open eyes.