Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

Even crusted in dirt and mud, she was soft against his chest and he felt the way she stirred slightly to trace at his wrists. Such love! 

When she spoke it was another curious word. A name, perhaps. Or a place that was dear to her. Juárez did not know and so he responded in the vague way of a man who had only one goal. 

Yes... a warm husky whispered word to the back of her ear.