The pool was not too big, but it had a small stream feeding it. There was no outlet, so she thought that perhaps the water flowed somewhere underground. Her glance went to the shattered rocks on the side and small blades of grass jutting out of them, especially where the sunrays fell.
"This is beautiful," she said, feeling his hot breath on her face.
"Do you know where this pool gets its water from?" he asked, as he touched her nape and brushed it. Anastasia's breath hitched as her heart pounded against her ribcage. It had been so long she went without his intimate touch that right now with his brushing his finger over the fabric of her shirt made her stomach flutter with butterflies.
Ileus didn't walk in front of her to open her buttons; he simply used his claw to slice the fabric of the shirt from behind and then pulled it out. As he brushed his fingers on her naked skin, she felt tingly. "From the streams outside."
