He gazes up at her as she burns. Irresistible. Impossible to look away.
Her fiery eyes stare at him, hungering for his hardened body. At once smooth and defined, rough and untempered.
The air burns around them as they reach for each other. Her hand touches his face and it sears her into his mind. His hand touches her hips and runs up her body, drawing sparks as it traces her curves. Finally, his fingers sink into the back of her neck and she is energised, leaping into his arms. Their lips lock and the flames on her head grow wilder and brighter. The air grows more turbulent, the twisting and turning of their lips, their tongues, their bodies, building a heated tornado of anticipation.
She throws him down and the ground itself shakes. Her knees weaken. She falls on top of him, her inner light dimmed for a moment. Rock cracks under her. He gasps.
She softens as his thrusts mould her, just as her searing heat blends into his rigid body. Flame; mountains rise within her. Fire; she melts into him. White Hot Light; nature groans and writhes with them as they build and build.