Nathaniel gently ran his fingers through Samantha's hair. The elegant hairstyle she had carefully worked on had already come loose as they made love. Her long black hair rolled down like a waterfall, bringing out the cool, fragile beauty in her face as the silky strands twirled around his fingers. Her clear eyes reflected him and only him. Nathaniel's voice was low and hoarse, the kind from after making love, when he clearly said into Samantha's ears, "A few more times." The whole world seemed to shrink to one corner of the couch and the small space within his arms. Their breathing grew uneven. Before long, even their heartbeats seemed to merge. Everything else faded from view until the background blurred and all sounds disappeared. - Much later, Samantha said in a soft, trembling voice, "Honey, I'm cold. Let's go back to the bedroom." The term of endearment, "honey," was so natural that it swept away whatever restraint Nathaniel had left. Impossible tenderness swep
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