From the moment he first saw her, Orpheus has been entranced with the way Eurydice's body moves, unable to take his eyes off her whenever she dances. And this dance has always been his favorite.

Her laugh rolls through him, lighting up his face, lifting his soul, until he is laughing as well. "Every day," he says, his voice gruff and low but lilting with amusement. "Bring me to life every, every day."

He has more to say, but his words are lost in the sensation of her body tightening around his cock, as though pulling him in, reluctant to be parted. His hips move with the same design, to stay as much inside her as possible, to revel in every moment they're connected this way, part of the same being. He shifts to raise himself up, catch her lips with his, feel her moans against his lips.