The weight of history hangs heavy as they face each other, naked and exposed. She, his past, tracing the lines of his abs, now more defined, more dangerous. He, her former lover, gripping her hips, feeling the changes time has wrought. Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, yet the edges are sharper, the friction more intense. She rides him, her head thrown back, hair cascading down, a wild, untamed creature. He flips her, driving into her, their bodies slapping together in a primal, unforgiving rhythm.