Daniel stepped into the rain, washing away the last of the family's blood. Thunder rolled. Water beaded on his naked skin, like the thousand sins he'd committed in his lifetime. The drops grew bloated, until, too heavy to hold, they ran down him in pink rivulets.
He felt Kateesha's arms slide around him from behind, the press of her heavy breasts against his naked back. "Your thoughts turn toward the melancholy, even after such pleasure."
He looked up to the clouds and felt the raindrops kiss his face. "'Tis the kind of night for it."
"No, my pet, 'tis the kind of night for passion and thunder, for lightning and wild pleasure. The storm doesn't fill me with loneliness, rather brings my blood to life." She nipped playfully at his shoulder, then laughed as she stepped away. "You are not much younger than I am. You should have let go of your loneliness long ago."