It hit A.’s senses, it possessed her every rational thought and left her mind blank.
The intoxicating smell of this man.
His skin emanated the glow that penetrated all her senses. She was powerless against his primal power.
She felt like a woman. For the first time in her life she was so painfully aware that she is a helpless, fragile woman. He can do anything to her, with her.
Whatever he wants. There will be no protests.
She felt so frightened, but also so excited like she never felt before.
Like the two halves that were meant to meat in this dance of life.
They too met to complete the ancient rite.
The tale as old as time.
The dance of love.