249 CCXLIX. The Repressed Passion

Dag grabbed one of her hands and turned back, looking Freydis in the eye and kissing her on the lips repeatedly, basking in the feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

She moved slightly and began to rinse her face in the water, bringing her hair back. 

After a few seconds, Dag, with a little shyness and agitation, placed one hand on Freydis's side and the other behind her back, beginning to untie the thin leather jacket and shirt below. 

Freydis stood still, moving only her head slightly as if she wanted to accompany his man's sensual movements. 

"I've been thinking about that day all the time... I wanted your body like nothing else in the world and I looked for you among the stars, during the clear winter nights spent alone on that farm far from the world..." whispered him, his voice flickering in the embarrassment of the moment, while his heart in his chest beat madly.