DEATH BEFORE WICKET - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)

Death Before Wicket 1
elevated, electrified. She felt her lover as though he were in her
bones, as though they shared tendon and tissue. She tasted his
blood on her tongue. When he climaxed she felt her own thighs
tremble and the rush of fire along the spine.
She might have passed out. When she came back to herself
the curious twinness was still there. But she was naked, cold, wet,
cramped, and a little shocked. She felt around until she located
the wall, then the edge of the blanket. On it was lying a naked
man who groaned when she touched him.
Phryne wrapped them both and asked, ‘Are you alive?’
‘Perhaps,’ he said. He coughed and his voice grew stronger.
‘Yes, I am definitely alive, and very s-surprised. And gratified.
Did you feel…that closeness?’
‘As though we were one flesh? Yes. Curious. I still feel it. I
know where your feet are, for instance. In relation to mine, I
mean.’
‘Yes. One flesh. Very biblical. Miss…’ he laughed. ‘I s-suppose
that I can call you Phryne, now, can’t I?’
‘Yes, Edmund dear, you can. I think this constitutes an
introduction.’