Sunlight danced on their bodies as they moved in the light.
The scent of their mingled sweat and the spicy fragrance of her hair filled his every breath, becoming a part of him. In the light, it all felt sacred.
He felt Cecilia tense beneath him and turn her head. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her throat, and then her mouth.
As her lips parted beneath his, he tasted the sweet scent of malt.
He held her in his arms, and she wrapped her legs around him, embracing him tightly in return, giving and receiving.
When it was over, they lay pressed together under the Cloak, skin against skin.
Cecilia saw his golden hair haloed by the sun, as if they were creatures made of light.
Just then, an ill-timed gust of cold wind slipped through a gap in the Cloak, making her shiver. Goosebumps prickled her arms.
The trace of blood on her inner thighs quickly grew cold.
"Are you a little cold?" Eric asked suddenly.
