On the mahogany bed, Joseph Lancaster lay on his back, while Violet Zimmerman had already taken off the red cloth hanging on her left arm.
The young man kept his phoenix eyes tightly shut, his mind replaying Violet Zimmerman's desperate pleas:
...Joseph, I'm begging you, if I can't get pregnant again, your elder brother will divorce me... You know, if a woman is sent back to her parent's home by her husband, what that means... Joseph, I'm begging you...
When Violet Zimmerman's head pressed against the bed, Joseph Lancaster finally compromised, leading to the current scene...
Violet Zimmerman was kneeling beside Joseph Lancaster, her palms resting near him, her lips gently falling upon his, cautiously kissing and sucking.
Truly inexperienced, everything driven by instinct, the young man kept his phoenix eyes tightly shut, his slender fingers gripping the sheets below him.
