[Although Achilles has the habit of letting his passions consume him as does one who plunges into a river and lets the water swallow him whole, lets the current carry him along, it would be inaccurate to presume this act absent of thought. His inhibitions have not been robbed from him: he deliberately chooses to shed them and lay them aside like clothing peeled away from a lover's body. He is all too aware of the plumpness of her lips and the warm insistence of her hands, the caress of her hair when a breeze flutters wisps of it against his face, and the sweet earthy aroma whose embrace he remembers from the last time they were stitched so close together.
Every allowance she makes whets his appetite ever more. When Olivia busies her hands with his hair and his beard, he leans in to recover the lyre from her lap, taking care so as not to disturb her from her passions. He breaks the seal of their lips for only a moment as he sets the instrument aside: then his lips are upon her again, fervent and heavy like the air before a rainstorm shakes loose the day's haze. He nips at her lower lip, tugs with his teeth, teases with his tongue, ravenous after his long fast.
Further and further does he lean into Olivia with his hand upon her waist, reassuring her that he will go nowhere, urging her to lie down. Gone is the patience he had affected just moments ago: it has turned to ash upon the pyre of his desires and is now scattered to the winds.]
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paaaast the point of no return...
Every allowance she makes whets his appetite ever more. When Olivia busies her hands with his hair and his beard, he leans in to recover the lyre from her lap, taking care so as not to disturb her from her passions. He breaks the seal of their lips for only a moment as he sets the instrument aside: then his lips are upon her again, fervent and heavy like the air before a rainstorm shakes loose the day's haze. He nips at her lower lip, tugs with his teeth, teases with his tongue, ravenous after his long fast.
Further and further does he lean into Olivia with his hand upon her waist, reassuring her that he will go nowhere, urging her to lie down. Gone is the patience he had affected just moments ago: it has turned to ash upon the pyre of his desires and is now scattered to the winds.]