Grace felt Dante move inside her, every thrust a small abandonment.
He was sure now, denial would come later.
She yielded anyway, feeding her own addiction, her hips tipped in submission.
Her necklace bouncing, her body beseeching as his prayer of release, “oh God!” met her silent plea of “please stay”, both of them shuddering under the weight of their desires.
Dante whispered words she was certain were meant to merely placate not promise as her tears of shame mingled with devotion and love for him.
Grace crowned him, succumbing to sleep, quietly begging the angels for mercy.
Do you play 100 word Song yet?
Leeroy asked k to pick a song, this week, SHE TALKS TO ANGELS by the Black Crowes.