Kallaia

Sagacious tossed and turned in his sleep later that night, tormented by dreams of the past. Isobel kept dancing through them, her auburn curls, her doe eyes, her full lips. He could almost feel the way she'd plant a second, smaller kiss on his lower lip like a signature, her crooked smile and eyes sparkling as she stared at him after they'd make love. He dreamed about that first time, the way she'd murmured into his ear how beautiful he was.

This time, her full lips had parted and breathed into his neck, their twinned cries of ecstasy rising into the night. Her beautiful face staring into his eyes, she whispered "Gabriel. Your mother would be so ashamed of you…"