“Swallow,” Émilie commanded.
When Marc did as was asked, she kissed him again, but with more vigour. She pressed against his lips, and followed her lead as she spread hers apart. Being greeted by her tongue was something entirely new for him. He was tempted to back away, but she held on firm until the awkward dance came to an end.
Émilie pulled back and reached for the open bottle of wine. He noticed the bottle was dusty. I wonder why the dust is yellow…
Émilie filled the glass to the brim. There were white flowers swirling around within the red liquid. It reminded him of being out at sunset during the tail ends of a snowstorm. As the sun set lit up the snow covered landscape, the fiery sky was superimposed with white specks falling from the clouds.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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