don't you? You can feel how it'll be between us." "Yes," I breathed, clutching my breasts to ease the deep ache of my hardened nipples. "Please, Gideon." "Shh...I've got you." The pad of his thumb rubbed my clitoris in gentle circles. "Look into my eyes when you come for me." Everything tightened in my core, the tension building as he massaged my clit and pushed his fingers in and out in a steady, unhurried rhythm. "Give it up to me, Eva," he ordered. "Now." I climaxed with a thready cry, my grip white-knuckled on the sides of the cushions as my hips pumped onto his hand, my mind far beyond shame or shyness. My gaze was locked to his, unable to look away, riveted by the fierce masculine triumph that flared in his eyes. In that moment he owned me. I'd do anything he wanted. And he knew it. Searing pleasure pulsed through me. Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I thought I
cave rituals, putting out the oil lamps and torches so the young initiates could experi ence the deep dark. For some it would be terrifying, for others, soul-expanding, and some might be visited with visions that made them feel connected to the animals or the powers that made the world. Perhaps the paintings are memorials of those visions, amended and painted over by successive generations of initiates. Emerging from a cave is another hazardous passage, climaxed with the feeling of relief upon emerging into sunlight and open space once again. For some there is a feeling of transformation, of having died in some sense down there, or having come very close to death and other eternal forces, and now coming to new life on the surface. Ancient people undoubtedly had other places that served a similar function of enhancing dramatic experiences and evoking a religious feeling, such as intimate
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