Chapter 8

C H A P T E R  8  :  T H E  H O T , S W E A T Y  S E X 

Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow.

Demonax. 

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In the moonlight I can see the dark gleam of his eyes as he carried my fingers to his lips, very gently kissing each one in turn before sitting up in bed and drawing me down into his arms, into the bed, against his naked, warm, body. I feel my own body start to tremble helplessly in mute response, not just to the feel of his, but to all the memories it evokes.

I hear him whispering my name between kisses, repeatedly. Like a refr