He was, quite literally, everywhere. Something had all but lifted her from the bed to fully settle over every inch of her skin. Fill is the dark spaces behind her eyes, curl over her tongue. The scent of their mingled sex filled the room but it was more than that. It was his impression of it too. The way he thought, and felt, washing over her. Reinette did not think she had even felt for beautiful. Not after an entire day lost to her dressing room. Silently, she admitted as much even as her body shuddered.

And oh yes, it seemed her toes curled as well.

I used to brush my hair each night by the fireplace, and pretend it was your fingers in my hair.

She arched her hips to meet increased thrust to increased thrust, elongating each journey. Hip to hip, then apart, and then together again.