The Ritual

I gulped, "Why would you want to do that, when you could just easily pour yourself a glass of wine." I laughed nervously, gulping down a huge amount of my own spittle.

"Because it would taste better on your lips." He grinned. He stands up from where he is seated on the mat, walked around the mat to where i'm seated then knelt down with one knee in front of me.

My eyes were glued to him, watching him.

He caressed my cheeks with his palm softly, his breath ragged and loud, so loud it resonated around the cabin.

"I love you so much. Anastasia." He whispered, closing in on my lips. My breathe hitched, I paused.

"Kiss me back." He groaned biting my lower lips, bringing me out of my trance-like taste. I wrapped my arms around his back, returning his kiss with so much vigor. Our tongues lashing out.. at one another's.

He pulled me closer with his hands, till there was no space in between the both of us. Not even an any could pass in between. Our bodies almost one.

His hand crept underne