excerpt and intimacy redux

I think I’m going with this:

She shivered as chills danced over her skin. Her eyes moist half-slits, she looked up at him and sighed. Her fingers tangled once again in the heavy hair behind his ears.

His knees knocking together even though they were horizontal, he asked, “Do you want this?” His heart pounded in his ears when she gave a slight nod.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said.

“Just open yourself up to me.” The rose scent and flavor of her skin intoxicated him when he bent his head to her throat.

She wriggled around to rest her mouth against his ear. “I love you.” Her breath whispered poetry as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

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Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.