15 | You're Not Alone

*** Third Person POV

The room was dimly lit, a streetlamp outside cast a soft glow through the sheer curtains. The hotel suite was quiet, the distant hum of the city muffled by the thick walls. Eamon and Liliana found themselves entangled on the couch, their bodies pressed together in a slow, rhythmic dance. Liliana straddled him, her thighs resting on either side of his hips, their movements synchronized as they explored each other’s bodies. What had begun as an aggressive, almost feral need had gradually softened into something more tender.

Eamon’s hands traced the curve of her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt. Liliana’s fingers brushed through his hair, her touch light but deliberate, as if she were committing every strand to memory. The intensity of their earlier passion had given way to a different kind of intimacy—one where every sigh, every breath, was laden with meaning.

Their bodies moved together, not in the frantic rush of desire, b