Snippet #1670647

That was it. Once their lips met, it was set in stone. There would be no away around it nor any possible way to ignore the feelings she now very briefly understood. Eros' hands held her small waist against his muscular figure tightly as if they could not ever get close enough, but that was okay with her. He was the fire and she was the ice. Whatever they held between them had been magnified by one thousand, and then some. Her dark wet hair stuck to her skin and draped over his shoulder lightly. What was she thinking? Despite the fact that her mind screamed at her to stop, her body was telling her some completely different things though she did not succumb to her mind whatsoever.

It was obvious time had passed by the time Isabella pulled away. She wanted to continue on, but she had grown out of breath and it was apparent by the way her chest rose and fell quickly. "oh... I shouldn't have done that." The woman backed away from him, keeping her hand on of his shoulders, "I apologize... I'm sorry."


(short I know, but I want you guys to know I am still alive)