Carl knew it as that of an untouched blossoming flower and he was happy! Her heart, under his hand, told him too, of her feelings, and lifting his lips slightly, he murmured, “Sana, I love you. Be mine,” and his cheek brushed against her warm neck.
His passionate kisses upon her neck startled Sana for a moment. She became conscious of his hand upon her rising breast, but in her ecstasies of bliss, she did not resist.
Her long drawn breaths became more passionate; her limbs were rigid with fire. Finally, stretching her body slowly, she turned around in his arms. Her loving eyes which had changed from their grayish blue to pure blue, were shining with fire, as she looked at Carl, who holding her before him, whispered, “Honey, dearest, be mine.”
In answer to his plea, she crept closer to him and threw her bare arms around his neck and drew him gently closer. But Carl clasping her body feverishly in his arms, held her, looking steadily into her starry bright eyes, as if dissecting the passion raging in her body, and he drank the breath of her sighing emotion. With a soft “my desert star,” his lips covered her quivering mouth. In a passion of fire, clasping their arms still tighter, they experienced that moment of ecstatic bliss when passing time leaves no trace. Heart to heart, lips to lips, they lay there, tight in each other’s arms, in an ecstasy of happiness.
In his glory, Carl could think of nothing more sensible to say that “That little bee surely left sweet honey upon your neck.”
“As sweet as me?” she asked mischievously.
Bending over and kissing her neck once more, he answered, “Sweeter than sugar, but only half as sweet as you.” With that he showered her neck and shoulders with kisses.
Forgotten in a moment was the past with its many trials, unthought of was the future—the present alone existed for the two so closely clasped in love’s embrace. Those moments of rapture were like premeditated bits of eternity. The world and all its vain dreams could not give the supreme madness of joy which they experienced in silence and solitude. The kisses they drank from each other’s lips were sweeter than the honey of Hymettus. Their corporal beings seemed to vanish and dissolve away, while their souls merged into one whose aspirations were boundless, whose thoughts knew not words and whose pleasures were not of this earth.
The sun was high in the heavens when Sana at last released herself from Carl’s arms.