Three tablespoons of passion, seven ounces of love, a bit of lust... and five gallons of killing intent and outrage.
Two breaths merged within the darkness of the room after an outbreak of ecstasy, Vera is satisfied, she never expected to be sated so quickly after merely three rounds... due to her previous 'conditions' she had developed a certain apathy to the act of sex, but what she experienced today is something that she can't describe.
As the sages say, there is always a first time for everything, and for her, this is the first time she has 'made love' rather than just engage in a distasteful carnal rendesvouz.
It felt so thoroughly satisfying, that the happenings of the last two hours seemed to vanish from her head only to be replaced with the most utter sense of love an infatuation for the man before her, the one who had introduced her to the wonders of being a woman, the wonders of being alive.
