She laughed when she came. He’d never known a woman to give herself over to pleasure like that. So fully, so completely that her pleasure poured from her in pure, unadulterated joy. For the rest of his life, he would remember the sound of her laughter in that garden, shared with him and the setting sun and the trees and nothing else. For the rest of his life, he would dream of the taste of her pleasure and the sound of it. He was ruined by her.
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