Reapers Of Suffering
Eilisha rolled over on her back, felt the rough fabric of the spread cape and how uneven stones dug into her spine, and then Tamir's hands slid over her shoulders, chest, stomach and there was nothing left but a sweet languor, except for a hot flow of blood.
The heaviness of the male body, a sudden pain, a deaf, barely audible girlish moan, a feverish hoarse: “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me ...” And again a scattering of kisses on the face and new waves of heat, fire rushing through the body, sweet trembling and a black bottomless sky above a head from which stars continued to fall on two lovers ...
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They returned only in the morning, in the gray dawn twilight, holding hands tightly
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