Her scarlet red hair tumbled down her back as she released it, cascading over her pale, white skin.
He reached out and felt the smoothness of her, brushing the hair over her shoulder and tracing a line down her spine to the hollow above her buttocks.
‘After all this is over, we could escape together.’
He whispered the words in her ear, kissing her gently on her exposed neck and shoulder.
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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