Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

He had tight hold of her now and before the final notes could bring their dance to a close he pulled her through a narrow passage down an empty corridor lit only by a sliver of warm light that poured in from a high stone impression. He pressed Toula back against the wall, thinking of nothing else but her words and savoring the rush of blood awakened in his palm as it stroked down her golden cheek.

“Let us be late,” his voice was growl, lips grazing her ear, her throat, her collarbone. He held her head in his hand as the other at her back pulled her against him. Power flood between them. He burned, charged with anticipation that he would have her in full.