I found my rhythm as I fucked her. This wasn't making love, or seeking any kind of higher spiritual fulfillment through the joining of our bodies. This isn't something that would be seen as romance, or that could be paired with anything by Enya. This was raw, brutal, and magnificent. She was mine to do with as I pleased, not because of magic, but because of desire. She wanted to be used this way by me, and I wanted to use her.