Love, itself; before it was gone

A piece from a novel draft I'm working on.

Her legs were trembling and she felt with her hands through the darkness, allowing the tips of her fingers to tell her what parts of his striking body she was fiercly clawing at. She reached for his lips with her mouth and their tongues met in a hot and wet embrace, the two lovers hungrily kissing each other. His hands were rapidly running through her long and soft hair, and she felt as though she was put in a trance by his touch: Her body shaking with the passion and desire which she had suppressed for so very long, and now that she could finally be with him in every sense of the word, she held tightly onto his own trembling self, clutching his torso with her arms and grasping his lower regions in the firm grip of her thighs.

“By God and the Heavens, you are truly divine!”, he exclaimed as his face broke away from hers so that he could catch his breath. She smiled through the night at him as she let him switch positions so that he was now leaning over her, half sitting on top of her, with a large grin pasted on his youthful face. For a while they just lay there, breathing heavily and with their chests heaving against each other, and her lips now gently stroking his mouth. “I love you beyond any reason of man”, she whispered sensually into his ear. “And I shall burn in the roaring flames of Hell itself for it, and how I shall laugh!” 

They kissed once more before the man pulled away from her. A fire suddenly lit up the room and the young woman watched amused as her darling lit up a candle with the matchstick he had fetched from the night table. “Here's some light for those hellish fires”, he said with a smile and gazed at her endearingly. “You're too beautiful to hide away from the light.” Her face was soft as she gazed back at him and she sat up with her head against his shoulder. “Do you truly love me?”, she wanted to know as her hand slowly crept over his spine. He shuddered at her touch and blew out the matchstick. “I love you as true as it is the early morning of the seventh day”, he said and pointed towards the calendar decorating the wall, which showed them it was indeed the seventh of the fifth month, and she smiled coyly at him.

As he was moving closer towards her again, the young man slid his arms around her thin waist and gently pulled her towards him as he hid his nose in her thick hair. “As God is my witness, so shall my love for you ever remain.” The two lovers lay back down on the bed, hugging tightly as they slipped into a slumber.