Let’s Make Love

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I’ll be working on the love scene this evening. Earlier today I managed to nice transition from “oh-gosh-we-really-lust-after-each-other-but-we-can’t-indulge-in-passion” to “oh-gosh-we-really-lust-after-each-other-so-let’s-rip-our-clothes-off”. Well, at least I hope it’s a nice transition and better than the original passage. I do wonder, though, whether people will understand that it’s the love potion at work. Hmm. *scratching my head*

“Come to my room later, ” she repeated. She thought of the pleasure they had shared at the Temple of the Muses–his hands on her breasts, her bare thighs. The flames flared up, burnt her inside out. Compared to this scorching desire, the reasons why they shouldn’t indulge in pleasure seemed trivial. If she could not have him–tonight–she would die, she was sure of it.

“Amy …” His voice sounded as tormented as she felt.

“Don’t say no.” Stepping forward, she leaned into his body and her hands curved around his waist. “I wouldn’t be able to bear it,” she whispered. Shivering, she pressed closer against him, his warmth, felt his muscles bunch. “I need you. I need you, I need you, I need–“

Strong fingers lifted her chin and his mouth closed over hers in one of those hard, intense kisses which always made her bones melt.