His hands on my skin, one sliding down my leg and the other wrapped around my neck; it's an indescribable feeling. The cold stone of his dungeon wall is pushing against my back and I can feel him pressing his body into me, his heat seeping into my senses. Ice cold, burning hot, smooth lips and rough hands have become all that I know, all that I have ever known, and all that I ever need to know. Sight, sound, taste, and smell have all abandoned me. He comes a little closer and we can't let go. We don't stop.