Desire

"Tonight I would look upon your face," she whispers. For a moment, she fears he will brush her off and take her like a slave. But something softens in his eyes and he lets her caress his face. This is the first time she has voluntarily touched him. His skin is warm beneath her palm. His beard tickles her. She guides him down and straddles him, moving slowly over him. When she practiced with Doreah, she thought it would be impossible to keep her eyes on his. But now, his eyes hold hers like magnets and she begins to feel something deep in her core. Her breath hitches in her throat, her lips parting. It has never felt this good. So, this is desire...