Her emerald eyes, usually clear and serene, were now hazy with intense pleasure. She surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy he offered without a hint of resistance, her sobs mingling with soft gasps of delight. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, and her cheeks, flushed a deep crimson, made her look unbearably beautiful. Her lips, glistening and parted, were a vivid scarlet. Everything about her was almost overwhelmingly arousing. As his heart fluttered wildly, he felt dizzy, as if he had lost all sense of time and place. In that moment, he knew he had crossed a line from which there was no return.
I should have kept her eyes covered.
Sometimes, it was better not to know how breathtaking something could be, for there was no going back once you saw its beauty.
