Rapture
"Yes!" A hushed whisper of silk rustled in the night as he came to her, lying side by side in the sultry heat, barely touching. Her emerald eyes shone upon his pale face, candlelight flickered in a gentle breeze from the open window and she sighed as it bathed her flesh in cool balm, soothing, but not quelling, the fire within. "Shhhhh!" He placated her urgency with an admonishing finger placed upon moist lips, stroking the sensual curve of her mouth down to her chin, lifting them to his...