Free A Rage to Live by Roberta Latow

her, of how she was holding his interest, keeping him intrigued by her sexuality. How far down the erotic path would she let him take her? He needn’t have posed that question. He instinctively knew the answer. To the very end.
    As he undraped her, he could actually feel the sexual tension in her body. She was rigid with it.
    ‘Ah!’ he exclaimed, delight showing in his eyes. Naked, she had an even greater body than he had already admired clothed. He reached out once more to tuck the dress, which still hung on her shoulders, behind her breasts and hips, the better to view her. He had expected seductive satin or silk undergarments; instead he had found her stark naked beneath her elegant dress. Yet another sexual turn on for him. He found her incredibly voluptuous with her high, round, full breasts, the unusual pale pink, so smooth, almost lustrous, cone-shaped nimbuses culminating in long and beautifully formed nipples. The narrow waist and slender hips. Her voluptuously fleshy mound of pubic hair so blonde as to make him think, at first sight, that it had been shaved away. And the slit that cleaved it? Long and provocative, wherein he would find the soft, warm, welcoming, cunt he intended to master.
    Her naked, raunchy, yet somehow grand and elegant body was made even more refined, more sexually seductive, by long legs and slender feet shod in high-heeled sandals. Arms and shoulders still draped in the cream-coloured crêpe-de-chine only accentuated the lady and the slut combination that always captivated his imagination.
    Hers was a hauntingly beautiful body. He knew before he slipped the dress from her shoulders and walked around her, that she would be no less intriguing from behind. He was not disappointed. The curve of her bottom: so firm, tight, high. Delectable orbs made for fondling, cheeks to be toyed with, guardians of that other mysterious orifice toenter and take possession of. Oh, yes, he would seduce her there too. With care, he would tease and excite that tight and sensitive place for both their sexual pleasures. She was perfect, made for all kinds of sex. She was an adventure.
    Kane was aroused further now at the very thought of entering her there and coming. He would not be satisfied until he came, filled her with his orgasms. And her own? He intended that she should have many. What joy for him to see her come and delight in her lust, to slake her thirst for orgasm, to be the instrument of her pleasure, deliver her into the kingdom of ecstasy. That was all he could think of: sexual ecstasy, sexual oblivion, to die to all else but that moment of pure bliss. He was like a man possessed.
    She would not resist. She wanted nothing less from him. It was implicit in her silence. Obvious in her eyes, in every breath she took. Incredibly, he knew that was not mere male fantasy, but a hungry truth.
    He viewed her back and broad shoulders. She was glorious. As he kissed her shoulder and the middle of her back, ran a pointed tongue down it leaving a snail’s trace of moist, warm saliva there, and placed a kiss upon that small place where the orbs of her bottom met and the crack between them began, she became the whole world for him. She had seduced him with her body and her soul.

Chapter 5
    The fire was no more than cold embers, the room streaming with sunlight. Cressida leant on one elbow, listening to the muffled sound of the ocean lapping the beach, the birds in full song. She was watching her lover sleep. She hardly dared breathe for fear of waking him.
    ‘I don’t know who you are, how you come to be here. I only know that we have found each other and I’ll never let you go.’ His last words before he fell asleep. Those very same words he had spoken once before to her, and then vanished from her life.
    If only he hadn’t said them. It was those words that snapped her back to the reality of who he was, who she was, what they had never been together. Before he had uttered them, he was no more to her than a