Messy Reflection

"Did I get it?"

To stifle the surge of yearning that raged through his veins.

Alexus swallowed firmly.

His voice was hoarse with desire, but he said, "No. He gritted his teeth and begged for courage when she acted again.

"Has it vanished?"

Alexus acknowledged that praying wouldn't help. He cared for the issue himself since he was unwilling to endure that torment again.

He said, "Hold on. I'll take it."

As soon as his hands touched her, Alexus understood his error. His fist-sized yearning was quickly accelerated to areas due south when he ran his thumb across the corner of her lower lip.

Rafaella appeared to have come upon the same road as him based on her short breath intake and the expression of hunger and perplexity in her dark eyes.

The hell with it, he thought.

He slid his hand around her neck to get her closer before his guilt or reason could intervene. His mouth was crushed on hers.

Just a sample, he told himself. But there was an instantaneous shock that rivaled