East Of The Sun And West Of The Moon. Nancy Madore

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      From his position over her and the way in which he held her, she knew that he was a large, muscular man. He smelled of shaving cream and light cologne. His hair was still damp from his bath. But who was he?

      His kiss was so intense that she wasn’t even conscious at first that she was kissing him back. A warm feeling trickled up from deep within her womb. She tried to hold on to logic and reason.

      “Please,” she begged, “light a lantern that I might at least see you.”

      But he neither answered her plea nor permitted the light. He merely continued to devour her lips and flushed skin. Although his body was covering hers, he held himself up slightly so that his weight would not crush her. Still, he remained close enough that she could feel him hardening above her. Her own

      desire was rapidly becoming a stronger force in her surrender than his hold on her hair.