In the oppressive blackness that smothered her, she could pretend the fingers brushing along the delicate flutes of bone were welcome, soothing the ache of the muscles in her back and along her spine expertly. The heat of his hands was welcome, there, not as jarring against the pins-and-needles pain. As this faceless stranger in the dark worked, her muscles relaxed into the touch. He firmed up the pressure, sliding from relief to the first frissons of pleasure that danced along her nerves and out her mouth in a soft, breathy moan.