Ivan had taken her virginity on straws of a village barn. 

It had happened in a half-light streaked with rays of light, which pierced through the missing tiles. 

Grains of dust could be seen dancing in the air. Eden couldn't remember the details of his face, as Ivan hastily undressed her, unzipped his own breeches and laid her on his cloak, which he had laid on a pile of straw bales. 

He had kissed her greedily, pressed her nipples with his eager hands, spread her legs and taken her without care or regard, hastily.

Eden hadn't seen the details of his body then, but now, in the trembling glow of...