---------- France, on the road to the south coast,
September 1799 -----
A
deep inhale while Arno listened to the soft, sweet, sighing noises. He enjoyed
the way Adeláire reacted to him, the kisses of his lips on her warm skin. He
followed the lurching movements of the delicious body beneath him. Could she
feel his thieving smile on her belly button? He followed an impulse that he
wanted to live out for half an eternity.
