The men were long forgotten, as was the moment before. And perhaps it was foolish to let herself fall into the heat of the moment, the fear of the very reality that either of htem (or even both) could hang for Karime's death made whatever force it was between them more potent.
And also the idea- she was free settled into her as she shivered and briefly pulled away from his lips to murmur, "Make love to me."
Because like hell she'd end this moment being soiled by Karime's seed. And if she were to be taken, might as well let her choose who she was to bed. And for some reason, she really, desperately wanted Cassius.
And she might hate herself later, but for now- it was all she ever wanted. To forget, to fall into the moment-
to actually make very real mistakes-
and mistakes and choices of her own.