She couldn't breathe. Even as he pulled her to him by the nape of her neck, his hand so large his fingers could nearly touch the front of her throat. Still trembling and the evidence of their passion still sticky between her thighs, she sprawled across his chest. Her breathing still rushed and her heart continuing to race, she met his gaze beneath her eyelashes while her hands slowly rose to glide across his chest to slip around his neck. Daphne had distantly believed she could find happiness after her Mistress, at the very least contentment with her new husband. But happiness? Pleasure? The trembling flicker of love?<br/><br/>A smile gently curved the edges of her lips and she reached up to brush a kiss across against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her lips. His question, demanding even as it made her heart turn over at the slightest amount of tenderness in his voice, earned the slight pleased sigh from her. "You," she nearly purred beneath his caress. Her body moves against his in a slow, languid stretch, long blonde locks falling to lay delicately against his skin as she relaxed against him.<br/><br/>Time passed and the lover's passions died down to smoldering embers, kept alive by timid touches from Orion's new bride and compelling kisses sought by both. The chilly break of the waves - once a relief upon heated flesh - now became a new source of trembles racing down Daphne's spine now that the heat of the sun began to diminish as it began its journey sinking below the horizon. As much as she enjoyed curling her body against his side, the blonde forced herself to sit up wincing ever so slightly at the not unpleasant ache between her thighs. "Orion? What are we to do?"