Nerissa placed her palm over his, enjoying his touch on her cheek as her waist moved slowly, pleasuring him.
"Is that more like worship?
Like someone that completely becomes a fanatic to God?"
"Fanatic to a God…" The words resonated in Malacai's mind. Now that he thought about it, Nerissa's description was not far off.
"It's similar to that, but not quite right, Nerissa, since even apostles have their own judgment.
Fanatics will just follow what God tells them without any question. Don't you see Mara sometimes also gives me her opinion?"
"She does do that often…" Nerissa mumbled.
Seeing she had already calmed down, Malacai pulled her head.
Nerissa understood what he wanted; she moved closer, and their lips met and parted open.
Their tongues began the dance of pleasure again, and her waist started moving in circles as it went up and down.