The Passion Play
“Her back was against his chest and he had one hand on her breast.
Looking at the faint light easing in around the thick curtains she thought she should probably wake him up. Odds were good that he had not thought to set an alarm. He had been thoroughly distracted last night. She smiled a little to think how distracted, a curl of satisfaction unraveling in her to have pleased him so thoroughly, matched him as an equal, a lover, despite how unsure she still felt about the whole thing.
Slowly she was coming to think there was some alchemy between them, that he could send her out of her head, make her focus instead on the moment they shared, the passion and fire. It was easy to be ardent when for once she was not worrying about getting things right or if she looked okay with all her clothes off – was instead consumed by her desire to possess him, wring him dry, get closer and closer as if she would just devour him. It was amazingly animal in fact, but not in a bad way.
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