Scene XXIX — A Celebration to Honour.

The feel of the back of a rough finger traced her shoulder, unwrapping a lasting shiver in her limb traversing to her chest.

"..!.... don't..." — Weakly, she apprehensively turned, still not meeting his gaze.

"I want to... You said I could if want to touch you..." — Sliding his fingers through her limb's length, he said. Infected by her tone. Letting his hand lead itself, as it reached her elbow to shamelessly slide and place its palm on more of her flesh... To trace the waist that gave birth to an enticing curve.

"! m... husband..." — With a shaky sound, the woman shrank at the tingling sensation.

The timid shift of Ewelina's head, hiding behind her bony shoulder, invited him to lean on her. Eventually forcing the meeting of her heated eyes in lust.

"... Woman... Is it... possible to enter you now?"

"..!...m..ah..." — The path his hand took, was dangerously igniting twinges of expectation in her hidden bud. Provoking more shy drowsiness. — "I... I don't think it's–"