[ While she cannot see Kanon's face, Sasha can feel him; even more than the heated thrusts inside her, it is his body, his hands, his heat, his passion, his love that she can feel all over her.
In between moans and gasps, her own desire is laced in her voice as she whispers, pushing her shoulders and back against him -- ]
Kanon-- I love you. I need you-- !
[ And a soft cry cuts her short as she cranes her neck and her hand clutches at the headboard of her bed, lips parted in ecstasy. Whatever movement she makes, however slight, only serves to amplify the pleasure Kanon brought her. ]