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He woke up. Again. His eyes opening to see the rickety fan move ever so slowly. Throwing the sheets to a side, he moved to wash himself. To wash it, before it remained stuck forever. Something stirred behind him. He looked back. She wasn’t meant to be here. But who was she? Another that he could wash away? She raised her arms, he flinched as if slapped.

She stood up. Her sinewy legs, muscles taut from standing on her toes, taking circles. Tall and yet graceful. She looked at him, her eyes amber, and his red. She moved and was in his arms. Light as a feather in his arms, kissed him lightly on the cheek. He squirmed, trying to let her go. Then he saw it. The ring. He was clean, free of all stains. He swung her around.

Saw her face for the first time, and saw fear in her eyes. His lips changed that. Finding the hollow of her throat, kissing it lightly, he drew her close, feeling her soft skin rub against his roughness. He could feel her giving in, and wanted her to fight it. To resist and be an equal. He clutched her hair and pulled them back. She understood and responded, almost violently.

They fell back on the bed. Love was long gone. Instinct had taken over. His teeth nibbled at her ears, while she clawed his back. Entwining her lithe legs around him, she invited him. He broke free and pinned her down. Slowly moving his tongue over the contours of her body. Licking her collarbone and then her firm breasts, he kept moving down until he found her.

It was so sinful and yet so pure. He started to lose himself in her two bodies were becoming one. She urged him to move up, to let her reciprocate. Her lips followed him. They united at once. Their bodies discovering each other. Their souls becoming one. Their love joining them together.

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