Chapter 14 — "Reunion in Malta"

The flight from Nice had been a blur for Esme, her mind consumed by thoughts of Pedro and the anticipation of being reunited with him. As she stepped off the plane in Malta, the warm Mediterranean air enveloped her, and she felt a flutter in her chest. She had been away for 1.5 months, and the distance had only intensified her longing for him. After collecting her luggage, Esme made her way to the Airbnb, her heart racing with excitement. She had sent Pedro a text to let him know she had arrived, but there was no response. She assumed he was busy with filming. As she walked into the cozy apartment, she saw Pedro sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on her. He was surrounded by scripts, take-out containers, and water bottles, but his gaze was solely on her. Esme dropped her luggage and ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. They held each other tightly, the distance and time apart melting away. Pedro buried his face in her neck, inhaling deeply, his hands roaming over her body as if reacquainting himself with her curves. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. Esme pulled back, smiling, and kissed him. The world around them melted away as they lost themselves in the kiss. It was like a dam had burst, and all the pent-up desire and longing came flooding out. Pedro swept her up and carried her to the bedroom, his hands never leaving her body. He laid her down on the bed and began to undress her, his fingers tracing the curves of her body as he exposed her skin. Esme arched her back, her eyes locked on his, as he removed her clothes with a sense of reverence. He had missed her deeply, and it showed in the way he touched her, like he was savoring every inch of her. With a growl, Pedro climbed onto the bed, his body covering hers. He entered her with a swift, decisive motion, and Esme gasped, her body adjusting to his. He began to move, his strokes powerful and intense, as if he was trying to make up for lost time. Esme cried out, her body responding to his dominance, her hands clawing at his back. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a primal symphony that echoed through the apartment. As they moved together, Pedro's eyes locked on hers, his gaze burning with desire and adoration. Esme felt seen and loved, her body responding to his in ways she hadn't thought possible. After their first bout of lovemaking, they collapsed, panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Pedro rolled onto his side, pulling Esme into his arms, and they lay there, holding each other tightly. But their reunion was far from over. As they caught their breath, Pedro's hands began to roam, teasing her skin, and Esme's body responded, her nipples hardening, her core aching for him again. With a sly smile, Pedro flipped her onto her stomach and began to kiss her back, his tongue tracing the curves of her spine. Esme moaned, her body trembling, as he entered her from behind, his strokes slow and sensual. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in their own world of desire and pleasure. They made love multiple times, each encounter more intense than the last, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating as one. As the night wore on, they lay in each other's arms, sated, their bodies exhausted but content. Esme smiled, feeling like she was home, like she was exactly where she was meant to be. Pedro's eyes locked on hers, his gaze filled with adoration, and he whispered, "I love you." Esme's response was a soft, sleepy smile, and a whispered "I love you too."