My Castle Vault

Candles flicker and glow in the ever stretching darkness of the liminal space around them.  It is in this moment, that the two of them can be seen, a dream broadcasted to the world.  she has long lost herself in her surrender.  All of her senses have become alight with intensity.  Soft, glazed over eyes, flutter closed as His hands graze over her body with skill and grace well practiced.  Every touch is liquid fire to her heated core, whether He is touching her there or not.  All of His touches reach her core, they always have.  Would she be able to think in this moment, she might surmise that His touches always would.  Even with her eyes closed, she sees Him.  Every inch of His body is forever etched into her mind, heart and very soul.  His voice rings in her mind, all the words, whether they be spoken in gentle soothing tones, or growled with animalistic Lust; generate more and more fire within her.  They pulse and vibrate throughout her, on every level of her consciousness.  She inhales sharply, at a soft touch quickly turned rough; the scent of the two of them rushing into her mind in a combination that is so uniquely them.  Candles, and incense of His choice, meld together with Himself, her, and the wafting aroma of their shared Lust in a perfect expression of their Bond. Then, in a solitary moment, that seems to last an eternity..... Oblivion finds her.  A sweet release that feels like dying and being reborn over and over, until bright darkness is all that remains.  The darkness once again laying claim over this liminal space.