Teodoro’s eyes beheld her flesh, his features contorting as if in prayer, drinking upon the beauty of the sight. His head dipped, moving his lips closer to her shuddering flesh. Her eyes fluttered; she couldn’t breathe, strangled by anticipation. When his mouth and fingers found her, a million thoughts ravaged upon her mind. She discarded them all and just … felt.
Sophia lay on her right side, curled into a ball. One hand, propped beneath her head, served as a pillow while the other traced the angles of Teodoro’s face with her fingertips as if to brand his masculine but elegant features indelibly upon her senses.
Teodoro faced her, similarly curled, the curve of his long form wrapped around her smaller one, a circle around a circle. With his head buttressed up on one hand, one graceful f
