An indiscriminate clashing of thoughts… the hell. Indian sex “Wh-”
She clamped her lips shut on the errant question. The images that swept through her mind now brought heat to her cheeks. it couldn’t hurt… As they retreated slightly from each other, lips wet with moisture, her rational side made a last, desperate attempt at reason. An eternity… the hell. Penumbrae, shifting shadows, icy light. … Now was not the time to ask… Since they each turned away, wordless, an unspoken understanding between them? Finally, they paused, entangled in each other’s arms, and she couldn’t keep from wondering about what she was doing. … light fingers traced their way slowly down his back; delicate, careful. surely, after all these long hours. … a dream? Slivers of light reflecting off of a pair of eyes, unfathomably dark in the weak light. Surely… He drew her close and they kissed, softly, but somehow with more tension, more passion, than could have been conveyed
