When he untied their mouths to bury his haughty head in Ariadne's burning hair, she threw hers back and saw through the vine leaves climbing up the marble pillars of the chatelet, the deep blue of the sky, like an ocean of stars. And while she contemplated this stellar vision, she let this man, whose name she knew nothing about, possess her body, force himself on her willing flesh and take her as she had never been taken, and probably never will be. And when the orgasm approached after minutes of a so fervent passionate surge, the face of Ariadne contracted, and after a last glance on the celestial vault, she closed the eyes, clinging to her unknown lover of all her forces and let him come in her. He exploded in a hoarse cry and the burning of his semen pouring in her to fill her belly, was almost intolerable.
He fell heavily on her, before withdrawing and lying down beside her, taking her in his arms.
