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not to acknowledge.
    That's the sign I was looking for. If a lady has no intention of bedding you, she won't let you anywhere near that seductive crevice. But if she's willing she allows it as foreplay, encouraging mating in the sublime language of squeaks and sighs. And of course, body language.
    Nothing says fuck me into a pile of ash like the body language of total acceptance and submission.
    Okay then, let's see what you're hiding in here little Lara.
    Flipping her, my hands poised either side of her torso, I smile when her head lolls back off the cushions, tilting her face to the fire the way a victim is held off a bed in the prone position of trust. Her cheeks are blushed with alcohol and firelight, lethargic and supple when I extract her body from cumbersome blue jeans.
    She maintains the poise, praising raw and dangerous flame, her worship subconscious, showing me a long pale neck and the silhouette of a perfect chin.
    Holding her thighs down I examine the palette of soft skin. It's ethereal, creamy as mother-of-pearl, and just as smooth. The only pearls on this oyster are pink and hard, puckering to pierce the darkness for a kiss; or a hot suck to relax them, only to tease them tense again. I've never seen such a pale human before. She has the coloring of Hlaðguðr, pallid as alabaster, hair like spun chalk in shades of shaved ice, the pink bits on her body so diluted they barely edge onto the pastel end of the spectrum.
    She is gossamer... like an evanescing dream. Stone washed, wrung out, and dreamy as the one who wears the same colors. Skadi is this pale, this blond, this perfect. A walking snowflake with the temperament of a blizzard.
    Lara is a glorious canvas, the impression virginal.
    Pushing her ankles up, bending her knees, I inhale close, tracking that exquisite fragrance. Pressing my lips against the hairless delicacy, it's softer than mallow, clustering my nerves into a pinpoint of obliterating need.
    It's inside.
    You have a treasure buried within you? But it's one I must sample.
    Swirling my tongue across her entrance, she inhales with such sharp intensity that I'm tempted to laugh. Sinking my tongue into the succulent silk of her skin, reality tilts, the room magnifies in pulsing flares of magma, the fire becoming a frenzied sea of flame trying to spill out of the hearth in recognition of the chaos raging through my muscles. This astral aroma mingled with her lust is making me sweat in the neglected niches of my soul.
    My eyes glaze red with obsession and I can't withhold my desire to find the origin of this omniscient energy. To lock onto it and pick it apart, to understand why she carries the source of angels inside her. I want to suck on it until my tongue is coated with the psychedelic flavor. It induces psychosis so vivid my sac contracts in a flare of fervent fever.
    Nuzzling, delving into the ambrosian nectar, I can't reach it.
    Yearning flicks tremors of insane need right from my base to my head, blasting my vision with a jolt of transcendent heat.
    Becoming desperate, I maneuver my jeans off to slither up her body, relaxing onto plump cleavage, relishing the caress of her baby-soft belly agitating the hairs on mine, my pores saturated with her smell; the signature essence currently being strewn across the highlands and lowlands of every northern territory.
    Using her thighs as my cradle, I slide my hands into hers, squeezing her fingers when mine lace into them and push down either side of her head, reassuring her while multitasking.
    Dropping my hips, slicing into the dewy haven, I sink until I have no further access, every inch of me deep inside her, utterly engulfed with a bliss so velvet and hot it melts my awareness.
    Resting my head next to hers, concentrating, delving in, pushing harder, sliding to the left, a bit back to the upper right, I experience a sharp frisson arcing to the tip of my salivating penis.
    It's like being plugged into a live socket; a surge of mania cramps and