Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

These moments were odd to him, torn between something that wanted to be innocent and something unapologetically lustful, something feral and fitting of the thoughtless way they'd tied themselves together. It was the former that lingered with him. Winterbourne's gaze darkened with warring guilt and desire as he watched her.

Then the motion of her body changed, and suddenly Ingiullik seemed much younger. Bile burned at the back of his throat. Winterbourne cleared the distance between them with a few purposeful steps and took her wordlessly into his arms, abruptly impatient with her display; eager to remind himself that she was no girl but a woman, soon to be mother to his children.