A Delightful Storm

The night was a whirlwind of passion and fire, leaving Callie Hawthorne, doctor by day and desire-driven lover by night, sprawled across the bed like a contented kitten after a feast. Her tousled hair spilt across the pillows, her soft-spoken breaths a testament to the powerful storm Elias had ignited within her. The man himself, a Major General and embodiment of strength, lay beside her, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that matched the beating of her heart. Callie’s fingers traced the outline of Elias’s broad shoulders, a wistful smile playing on her lips as she admired his masculine features. His chiselled jawline, the rugged edges that spoke of countless battles and victories, his piercing eyes that saw into the depths of her soul. Even after a mission that should’ve left him weary, Elias exuded a weather-worn vibe that only added to his allure. ‘Morning, beautiful,’ Elias murmured, his fingers tenderly brushing a strand of hair from Callie’s face. ‘You look like you’ve bee