All in an instant she
realized how deathly tired of her own struggle she had become, and
experienced a reckless impulse to cast away all restraint and
blindly meet his first advance. She had no time to question her
yearnings; she seemed to understand only that this man offered her
rest and security; that in his arms lay sanctuary.
To both it seemed that they stood there silently, hand in hand,
for a very long time, though in reality there was scarcely a
moment of hesitation on the part of either. A drunken, breathless
instant of uncertainty, then Alaire was on Dave's breast, and his
strength, his ardor, his desire, was throbbing through her. Her
bare arms were about his neck; a sigh, the token of utter
surrender, fluttered from her throat. She raised her face to his
and their lips melted together.
For a time they were all alone in the universe, the center of all
ecstasy. Dave was whispering wild incoherencies as Alaire lay in
his embrace, her limbs relaxed, her flesh touching his, her body
clinging to his.
"Dream-man!" she murmured.
As consciousness returns after a swoon, so did realization return
to Alaire Austin. Faintly, uncertainly at first, then with a
swift, strong effort she pushed herself out of Dave's reluctant
arms.
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