Kalel could hear footsteps approaching, but the woman clinging onto his neck was as strong as gravity pulling the earth. He looks at her face and sees her eyes needing and wanting more than their shallow crossing of tongues. He yanks her closer and permits his hand to wander further to the mountains beyond her gown.
But as he tastes the woman's flowering lips, his nose picks up the best scent he had ever encountered. It was the scent of unadulterated vanilla floating around them, making him inhale a sharp breath. He risks a glimpse on his side, where the scent was the strongest, and shoots his excited shaft its instant death. His mouth wanted to pull away. Until an evil thought came over him.
The knight yanks the woman closer, even though he knew breathing was impossible. He pulled and
