Blackfeather Woods And all the lights that lead us there are blinding

Agh, clearly, my love has discovered my weakness, he declared. It was only afterward that he realized he had used the forbidden L-word, and at that point wasn't entirely sure what to do, stalling with vague laughter as though everything she and he had just said was funny. As though it didn't cause very real pain to his taut and painful abdominal muscles. As though he did not love her.
But she was already pushing herself into him, and he was already enjoying it. He felt her breathe. It reminded him to breathe, too. Aphrodite had taught him that. He needed her, and so he followed. Takiyok. He said simply, staring at her. Longing. Wanting. Strange. Her version of reality was not the truth through his fever. But he focused on her regardless. She was beautiful. And he wished that he could please her.