His first touch, the brush of his palm against her cheek, was ice, a chill born from the grave into life. It sent a shudder of pleasure through every ...ell of her body. Fire and ice, she thought as he pulled her to him, placing his lips against hers, death pressed against life. His skin carried the scent of a forest at night, he tasted of clear cold water from a mountain stream. Goose bumps lifted across her heated flesh and the vapour of her own sweat mixed with his breath on her face.His. She looked a lot cleaner than the pile of rags I’d seen her as, last. The wink surprised me totally. I didn’t think she’d have the strength to stand again, let alone hang off Miles’ body in such a manner. Miles pushed her away, looking over at me. My startled expression evidently amused him as his laugh echoed around the room. He whispered something to Lorris, she left him and brought me a drink. “Drink up Bess. The night’s young and you’ve lots to do for me.” I took the drink from her, our. She smiled around my cock and nodded when I grabbed them. She moaned in approval as I pulled them causing her mouth to go deeper on my cock. I started slowly pumping in and out. I gradually sped up and was pulling her down harder and faster until she was going from the tip all the way to the base. She moaned in approval the faster and rougher I got. I felt it coming. It was a long slow build up and it was destined to be a big load. I started yanking her hair harder and harder. I was slamming. The best." I'm sorry I can't say the same," I said, looking up at Peyton. She had a sated look on her face. Her hand was still down between her legs."You two were beautiful," said Peyton, smiling at me; a tear rolling down her cheek."I know you and Peyton share something we will never share," said Clarissa, now breathing much more regularly. "I hope it was still special for you." Definitely," I said. "It wasn't the best because Peyton and I... well... we share our souls. It was very close,.