14 PRIA
Silus no longer seemed capable of forming full sentences. Neither was I, for that matter. He hadn’t even kissed me on the lips just then, yet it had felt a hundred times more special than any normal lips-on-lips-kiss I'd had in the past, with human men. I'd wanted more, still wanted more. So did he, if his tented loincloth was anything to go by. I really wanted to know what he was hiding underneath. Hopefully, this wasn't the day we made a terrible mistake and died. I fully intended to survive.
"Yes, let's do it," I said, surprised at how hoarse my voice was. Maybe it was the lack of water. Oh, who was I kidding, it was not because of thirst. That kind of thirst. I was thirsting for Silus in ways that I didn't recognise. I'd never felt this need for someone in all my life. It was
