Beyond the strong and undeniable physical attraction, his innocence,
like Ishmael's, of the brutal travesty which had killed both her
husband and the unborn child she carried unknowingly onto the Virgo.....
'Enough! Leave me alone!'
But there was no escaping herself. Tragedy, desire, and longing for a
new life that she could truly call her own, all drew her toward him as
irresistibly as childbirth. Added to this was the knowledge, confirmed
by the vaginal thermometer, that this night, this very hour, her body
was as ready to conceive as it had ever been since the long sleep, as it
might ever be again. All her pain and frustration now focused upon this
singular and uncorrupted man as a well-spring of life and relief, pure
water to one dying of thirst. If he rejected her, the agony and shame
would be unbearable. But dear, sweet holy Buddha, how could any pain be
worse than this?
It was not greater wisdom that sent her to him in the end, but an
agitation of sorrow and loneliness that were longer, and more
inescapable. While Sylviana forced herself to stay, Kataya shed a
single, honest tear, and surrendered.
*
Kalus stirred, feeling silken fingers touch his breast, bare legs
against his own. He let out a despairing sigh as soft lips caressed
him---his mouth, his neck, his chest---all in deepest passion, and
solemn entreaty.
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