FATE

When they eventually parted, it felt as though a tone had passed in the span of many superheated moments. Michael plodded to reclaim his capacity for rational study amid the whirling, lust- dazed storm of his mind. Questions, vague worries, transitory dubieties flirted around the hazy fringe of his psyche, no way relatively resolving into a coherent shape before dissolving formerly more under the searing brand of Isabella's closeness.

" We should." he rasped out, the sound of his voice little further than clay and sin,” We should go to a private place to talk. It is so important I need to ask you to understand." Isabella incontinently shook her head, that unruly groaner mane swaying with the vehement stir," No talking, no questions. Not yet." With passionate insistence, she pressed herself indeed more completely against him until her supple angle smouldered to every tense manly angle.

The undulating warmth of her body burned a raging conflagration in Michael's blood, his hands dispe