From "The Eye of the Beholder"
Without asking permission, he undid the girdle at her waist and tugged her tunics over her head. They were both naked now, yet she felt no shame, only wonder.
He embraced her again, and this time nearly all their unencumbered body parts fitted together nicely, including their lips. She felt drunk on the scent of him. She clung to him while he steadied her, despite his roaming hands and heated kisses. When her knees buckled, he eased her to the mossy ground. He did things, unfathomable things, to her flesh. Unable to stop herself, she strained toward him till he covered her, took her, and joined her, making them as one.