The girl, now just a memory of their past, stands before him, her eyes mirroring his desire. His hands, rough with want, grip her waist, pulling her close. Their lips clash, tongues dancing in a familiar rhythm. She moans as he lifts her, her legs wrapping around him. He carries her to the bed, laying her down gently. His fingers trace her body, finding her wetness, making her arch. She guides him inside, their bodies entwined, moving in a dance only they know.