Unprecedent

And while on her, Venezio loved her skillfully, with all his being, his hands on her breasts, kneading them, or in her long sweaty hair, kissing her skin while performing the most languid, almost unbearable back and forth, Ariadne, her mouth ajar, her eyes shining with light and pleasure, turned towards the sky, and the free and wild birds that populated it. Then she closed her eyes and wished wholeheartedly that this moment would never end.

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The dream could be so wonderful, even unforgettable. But it can't live up to reality and the present. They could be dreadful indeed, worse than anything Ariadne conceded even in thinking briefly of Astieme. But on the other hand, their beauty is also unparalleled, as in this moment when she knew love in the arms of the one she loved forever.