He knew he was only healing her, but, the ecstasy for him was overwhelming. As he traced her fingers over her skin, which was cold at touch, feelings apart from that of sympathy swirled up in him. He breathed in her scent as his hand wrapped around her right thigh, 'This is so intoxicating, she is intoxicating.' It was as though he was getting drunk on her, he desired more and more of her just like an alcoholic craves for more of the drink until he passes out his own limits of imbibing down any more pitches of the bottle.
'Her skin is so fragile and cleansed, spotless. Oh how I would love to ruin it.' He didn't know at the imminent moment what had taken over him. He was otherwise, a man of refined virtues, of unshakable disciples and one who didn't lunge at females for his own carnal pass
