The realization that this moment would end was dispelled as he began to move inside her. She ceased to be Miss Beaumont or Gillian the lady’s maid and became a being of feeling and emotion, of light and heat. Rationality was obliterated as she curled her arms around him.
As their bodies joined, passion pounded deep inside her heart, moving outward until it filled her head to the breaking point. With a dull roar she shattered into a million glowing stars. Yet he didn’t stop. He continued to thrust inside her as she quivered around him, the aftermath rippling through the most secret part of her. She could taste the salt on his skin, the sweetness of his mouth, and she focused on holding him within her, feeling one with him in a way she’d never dreamed. He came with a low cry and buried his
