Haunted Wood the tracks I tread are cold

The warmth exchanged from her to him was electrifying, not the same that Serem provided but exciting all the same. He didn't have to think twice about his choice, about diving deep into their primitive desires that she easily extracted from him. In dance, she slid across him and he across her, positioning himself near her rear before grasping her with his forearms, tightly holding her in place and drinking in the moment before everything was a blur of sin and lechery.