He was hunching, his body was crunched, trying to reach my lips. I remember it all. The passionate kisses, the careful and lovely touch that went beyond the flesh straight to my soul. My back hit the rough wooden door as he pressed his body against mine, making me welcome him with full abandon. His hand lingered on the strap of my dress, unwrapping me with desire.
S*x is not beautiful, making love is.
Our bodies communicated in ways only they remembered. The thud of the wooden cabin was the only noise our feet could make. Hurried. Throwing pieces of clothing everywhere because we didn't need them anymore.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body; he never gave me a reason to be. I could give 1,000 reasons to love Algin, and that was one of them.
He kissed my collarbone, praising every detail of my
