I'm Sorry That Your Life Turned Out This Way

This is new to her; romance, seduction. Oh she had loved Raisa, but never had they been intimate. Never had she felt such electricity, the shock of passion upon her warm flesh. She shivers as he grasps the fur on the back of her neck, wincing for a moment from the memory before she relaxes. She trusts him with her entire being, and with that she lets go of responsibility and righteousness and concepts of sin. She loses herself to hum, lets him fill the void inside of her if only in these passionate moments. For these moment she does not think of what is right or wrong; she thinks only of him, only of the way this moment feels.