She kept retreating before the dark red and the moist lips which he wet more and more with his tongue.
"Will you leave her be—then—Albert? Here?"
"Lilly—your lips—give me."
"Will you, Albert—leave her here—Zoe?"
She could feel the scald of his breathing.
"Yes—if you come."
"You promise?"
"Yes, Lilly. Your lips—let me."
Suddenly he had her to him, there in the light darkness of the deserted square of reservoir, kissing her so that his mouth smeared over toward her ear.
She was not quick enough entirely to avert her face, and in the embrace his Adam's apple was against her throat so that she could feel it beat, and with her nails biting into her palm to keep her from screaming, she was shrieking over and over to herself at his nearness: "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"