Her back arched, a mewling gasp slipping between her lips. I loved this about Mische—she reacted so intensely to everything, every joy or sorrow, every pain or delight. During sex, her pleasure radiated from her every expression and movement and muscle, mapping my path to tread. The first time I’d witnessed it, with my mouth on her throat and her hand between her legs, I thought I would die to feel it again.
