Tarnished Gold (Landry 5) - Page 121

tender touch filled my heart with a warmth I never

dreamed I'd feel. Nothing was rushed; nothing was

grotesque. When we were naked beside each other,

we were silent, speaking only with our eyes and our

lips. His fingers made secret places on my body

tingle, places I never imagined would ever feel as

alive. I closed my eyes and clung to him when he

moved over my breasts with his lips and touched me

with the tip of his tongue. I felt as if I were falling, but

as long as I held on to him tightly, I would be safe,

forever.

He didn't rush to put his manliness inside me. It

was as if he knew what I had experienced under the

gritty, violent pawing of Octavious Tate, as if he knew

I had to be brought back to a virgin state first and

then, gently, affectionately, lovingly, taken on that

ride young women dream about from the first day

they realize what can happen between them and some

loving man. It all happened now the way it was meant

to happen. That horrible violation of me was erased

with every tender caress, every word of love

whispered.

When we coupled on the bed, we paused and

gazed for a long moment into each other's eyes. It was

then that I realized the act of love could be the

ultimate confirmation of our deepest feelings for each

other. We weren't taking from each other as much as

we were giving to each other. I could hear Pierre's

thoughts, hear his plea: "Come with me, soar with me,

for these precious moments forget everything but us.

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