Noctisardor Bypass ave verum corpus

innocently, while the silver fire rushed through the wicker framing of her chest. too often heda counted the men she had been with, castigating herself for each act of failure and desperation which had sullied her after caracal.
but in this moment there was an accompanying comprehension, that only amadeo held the surety of experience behind his action.
enraptured, frightened; she went rigid in shock as his hand covered her own and she felt the controlled tick of his teeth upon her skin.
a moment more; she might have —
heda broke the humming serenity of the hot moment with a single, chaste backward step, one so reluctant that it could not called deliberate at all.
"and what — what does god say to you about —"
about us
about me.
her eyes asked that amadeo pull the stuttering cord from her mouth and translate the words into something coherent, for this close to him, her waist still wrapped in the strength of his arm, she was anything but.