The gray moved swiftly through the night; the weight of two riders not tiring him. Atop the gray"s back, Crow wrapped his arms around his bride. She leaned back against him. Both thought they could never be happier.
It was a long ride. At near the half-way point, Crow decided to rest the gray before moving on. When they stopped, Crow lifted Francisca down from the saddle. As her feet touched the ground, she turned in his arms. Reaching up, she cupped his face in her hands. Crow felt the caress of her hands on his skin, and it excited him. He pulled her close and kissed her.
Her lips were full and felt hot on his. Their hearts quickened as they desperately pressed their bodies together. Crow stepped back, lifted her back up onto the saddle and climbed up behind her. “Home,” he managed to
